( *phone rings* )
[ operator ]
Too black records
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, this is jay
[ operator ]
Hold on, jay
[ too black records representative ]
Hey jay, long time no hear, man, whats up?
[ james a. smith ]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[ too black records representative ]
Is that right?
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin crew-
? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers
[ too black records representative ]
What time it is then, right?
[ james a. smith ]
Its time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs
And really let a muthafucka know
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 1: scarface ]
Roll em up and I smoke em
Tried to break, so I broke em
Busted his ass in the head, thats when I grabbed him and choked him
Im on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit
Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick
Dont fuck with the mastermind, ima tell you like that
Cause Im the type of nigga thatll still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact
Im ragin like manson, Im a muthafuckin thriller
Friday 13ths my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shits what I shoulda did
Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I dont fear losin life, cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin me and I cant get him off me
2 years of my life were spent in a mental health
Im a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self
Im losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin
kill that muthafucka! I hear voices in my head yellin
Me get caught in a cross, thats absurd
Your head is a tennis ball and Im about to serve
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 2: ganksta nip ]
Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper
Nigga, ganksta nips in the house
Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
I regret I was born, I cant wait till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
Im like silence of the muthafuckin lambs
Ganksta nip aint no bragger-boaster
Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
Step in my face, Ill commence the hittin
( *3 shots* ) 9 milli aint bullshittin
Down with seag from the 69th curbs
Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 3: willie d ]
Well, first of all..
I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
Unless you down with a bloody nose
Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but under your feet
Think its a game when it aint
Im lettin you talk, but bitch, Ill knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
Im from the bloody 5th and thats it, trick bitch
You dont know who youre fuckin with
I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass
That youll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
Im goin for bam like scarface and nip
What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 4: seagram ]
Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin checks that your punk ass cant cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
Who aint never felt froggish, you wont leap
Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
Its seag from oakland, the one who lays order
Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
Too black hooked me, lil jay booked me
Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
And all that loud shit, nigga, dont start
Theyll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs
Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
