I'm a professional   I'm a professional   I'm a professional...      [top dog]   You must be blind and deaf   To think that you can test   Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest   (pumm! pumm!)   May the buddha bless you where they rest you   Underground, where you hear the sound   Bucktown!   Home where we roam   Pack mad chrome   So niggas watch your dome-piece   Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head   Batty bwoy gwan dead   [ruck]   Time for some action   Dick in yo mouth satisfaction   I pull it out you breathe again like toni braxton   I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin niggas   Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just laugh at niggas   My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills   So I'll drill styles that keep the mine filled   Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked   When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote   So ah make way for the master blaster   Who blast past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh   Chorus:   Blah! like this   Blah! like that   The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz   Blah! like this   Blah! like that   The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz   Blah! like this   Blah! like that   The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz   [louieville sluggah]   Well it's the louieville sluggah motherfucka   Straight outta bucktown!   Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd   Times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard   To block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge   I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas   All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas   And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backs   So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap   Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face   Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face   You punk pussy, you's a rookie   I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me   I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth   The truth you shoulda let loose   (chorus)   [rock]   Ayo, go get your boys   Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it   (fuck dem niggas!)   Try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted   That nigga rock still livin' ill   I will kill at will   And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill   (tell em sam, tell em sam)   Nah, man that be my grandpops   I slam cops for glocks   And buck shots all over your block   I can't believe there really be non-believers   Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver   (nah mean)   Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz   So act up, we strapped   (what!)   Boot camp's thick in this bitch   Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit   [starang]   Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus   Fuck around and get that ass bust   Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened   Fuckin with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin   Awesome, tossin' niggas like steve austin   Niggas get baked like beans that's straight from boston   And my glocks make shit hot, cops get   More nervous than thursdays on the box   And every now and then a sucka trys to attack   Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back   So act, like you want the mac to ya grill   Embrace my face it's kill or be killed   (chorus)   Like this like this like this like this like this like that   It's the heltah skeltah gunn clappaz   Blah this, blah that, like this like that...