( *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, what's 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 ]   It's 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, that's when I grabbed him and choked him   I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit   Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick   Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like that   Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll 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   I'm ragin like manson, I'm a muthafuckin thriller   Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer   Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did   Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived   I don't fear losin life, cause life just lost me   Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can't get him off me   2 years of my life were spent in a mental health   I'm a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self   I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin   'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin   Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd   Your head is a tennis ball and I'm 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 nip's 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 can't 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   I'm like silence of the muthafuckin lambs   Ganksta nip ain't no bragger-boaster   Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster   Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin   ( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't 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 it's a game when it ain't   I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll 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   I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch   You don't know who you're fuckin with   I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass   That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag   I'm 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 can't cash   Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks   Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap   Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea   Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas   Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers   It's 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, don't start   They'll 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)