Текст песни: Geto Boys - Action Speaks Louder Than Words
( *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
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( *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
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