Clan's Posse's Crew's & Clik's
Heltah Skeltah Lyrics


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Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what?)
Asshole, asshole, asshole!
There′s like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner Son
(Aiyyo word?) These niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit
Can't tell these niggaz they ain′t hype
They punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs Son
I'ma set it on these niggaz Son
Yo I'ma be right there man, I′m gettin dressed now
These niggaz have no idea Son, check it check it

And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime
Me don′t wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine
Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energy′s from my
Fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded
So don't be found in my clutches
If you don′t who Sparsky is, then you don't know who Dutch is
Don′t get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus
And rock mad domes while we at it who's the first up
To see blackness like the universe

Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter
Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from Heltah Skeltah
Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus
My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the
Microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)
Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please
Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky

I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck
Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec
Wussy, where′s all them suckers talkin tracks bout they RnRin
(They heard us comin and turned to track stars, check it)
I be, never sloppy, I be ROTC
I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslav-ia
Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes
Find that Absolut′s fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin
Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in
Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah
Mr. Flipster, ROCK, Grandson of Sam

As the World Turns in my search for tomorrow
I seek the God in life, for some insight
Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now
Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt
Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't cool like Levert
Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel
Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level
It′s never humble in asphault jungles
When you slang rocks and Ricans in back deal with bundles
Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you
Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due

Clans, posses, crews and kliks
All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my dick
Kliks, posses, crews and clans
Can′t none of y'all niggaz fuck with me and my man

Aiyyo, one′s for the, shots I pop
Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped
Three's for the irrational Ruck, bitch!
I be Rock and the four′s for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop
Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well
It was me that hit your bitch up in my man′s van
Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit
You can't flush, fuckin with us you′re smacked with hock spit
Who dare square with Rock me I break you
Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do
Heltah Skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step
If you wanna hear your neck click
See this center, but really play no basketball
I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall
To the floor, OGC hit up everything that come through the door
Recognize Heltah Skeltah mean war

So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die
My mind crucify those who try to defy
God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)
Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills
Man chill, might end up in a landfill
Stand still, nigga you know the position
Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain′t got pots to piss in
Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and Rock is this tight (there'll never be no fist fights)
You′re lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff coke, now your bitch broke ain't no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom
Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision




Similar to none Son so it fuckin seem
Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Heltah Skeltah's song "Clan's Posse's Crew's & Clik's" depict a scene where the singer and his friend are preparing to confront a group of men on the corner who are claiming to be talented rappers. The singer expresses his confidence and willingness to engage in a confrontation, using vivid imagery and aggressive language. He asserts his superiority, both in terms of lyrical skill and physical prowess, and warns his adversaries of the consequences they will face.


Line by Line Meaning

Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what?)
Hey, my friend, come downstairs. There are some people on the corner who think they can rap. We need to confront them and show them that they're not as good as they think.


And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime
This is a shout-out to those who provide information to the police about criminal activities. It's a warning that if you betray us, we won't hesitate to use violence against you.


Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energy’s from my fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded
I have a lot of energy and vitality, and it's fueled by the violence and danger that surround me. It keeps me sharp and focused.


So don't be found in my clutches If you don’t who Sparsky is, then you don't know who Dutch is
If you don't want to be harmed by me, it's best to stay away. And if you're not familiar with Sparsky and Dutch, who are notorious individuals, you don't know anything about the streets.


Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from Heltah Skeltah
These guys should be afraid and start seeking protection because I'm coming at them with my gun, representing Heltah Skeltah.


Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
I have no mercy for these weak rappers who don't know who I am. I excel in my lyrical abilities and I'm ready to use my gun to eliminate them.


Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin Like Screwface, I'm in the mood to bash your eyes in
Stop complaining and crying like a baby. I'm feeling aggressive, just like the character Screwface from the movie, and I'm ready to attack and harm you.


As the World Turns in my search for tomorrow I seek the God in life, for some insight
As I navigate through the challenges of life, I'm constantly searching for a deeper understanding and connection with the divine.


Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now
My style is unconventional and provocative, just like a controversial sexual act. When I rap over beats, I make a powerful impact, similar to the influence of Colin Powell.


Clans, posses, crews and kliks All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my dick
I have no respect for any of these groupings or individuals who are disrespectful. They can all engage in a vulgar act as a sign of submission.


You’re lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks Who sniff coke, now your bitch broke ain't no misquote
These individuals who pretend to be tough are nothing more than weaklings. When I use my gun, even the wealthy drug users who think they're untouchable will suffer the consequences. Your girlfriend will be left broke and devastated, and it's no lie.


I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision
I've just given some wise advice, but I'm also skilled at spotting and attacking my enemies, just like the fictional character Cyclops from X-Men.


Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen
Anyone who acts like a savage or a threat will face severe consequences. I will shoot them in the abdomen, specifically targeting their spleen and causing serious damage.




Writer(s): Walt Dewgarde Jr, Jamaal Bush, Sean Price

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