Hey Hey Hey (Original)

Lyrics

2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - "Hey Hey Hey" [Emcee(s): L-Swift and A-Butta] [Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano and Si Spex)] [Intro: A-Butta and L-Swift] Yeah y'all, word up no doubt We gonna hit you with the NYC flavor Live at London y'all [Bridge A-Butta, L-Swift, A-Butta/L-Swift in Unison] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey 2Face Entertainment haha Blind Side Records, what Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey 2Face you know how we do this 2Face letting it blow, plus getting the dough We be checking your ho while you sweating the flow [Verse 1: A-Butta, L-Swift, A-Butta/L-Swift in Unison] I be's, Intellectual, incredible, but flexible I turn A virgin sexual impeccable but technical I be the first letter, you ain't know? Check the alphabetical order Of my Natural Elements' chemical slaughter to leave your Crew more bloodier than menstrual waters on the 28th Your thoughts are pennyweight Imma generate these bombs Watch as I detonate At any rate, I separate like races—niggas segregate you Featherweights, L and A-B-U-double-T-A I spray Emcees like CK, from NY like DK Yo, each day I cause Mayhem, um, like my DJ (You know the deal) And blow parties out like candles on the cake on B-Day I end Battles like D-Day, so check me Yo, what I look like? the SAT? Don't stress me or test me Let's see who the best be I'll leave you messy, Heavens to Betsy, I gets nasty like Old bitches trying to be sexy, sporting bikinis I squash Emcees like zucchini Ayyo, L, imagine Houdini puffing two beaties that's green and… (Yo, A, you got it wrong Yo, yo) Imagine Houdini fucking two genies, puffing two Beaties, watching the same thing on different TVs Hahahahhahaa, yooo, yooo, hahahhahha That was wild, hahahahha [?] We got [?] carry on man [Verse 2: A-Butta, L-Swift, A-Butta/L-Swift in Unison] Ayyo, let's get back to this Creators CD I'm crazy, our beat is freaky, niggas ain't seeing me Like a Middle Eastern peace treaty It be that 2Face who get your crew laced What?!? My breath's pumping I need some toothpaste—what? Ha, I get looser than an upside shoelace Ayyo, I'm sticking Niggas for their blue face, I'll take your crew Faith like 2Pac Don't got to wonder "Who Shot?" (Who shot y'all?!?) I'll bruise spots like twenty-two shots from an ooh-wop My shots'll make your squad bounce like doo-wop I used to write rhymes on Grant Project rooftops, and now my Crew rocks from BX to new lots I seize sex like two cops arresting prostitutes On Forty Deuce Back in the day, when I was portable To leave my enemies historical now I get shorties loose But they hardly satisfy me like a quart of juice I never bought our moose boots, Timberland's to Woolrich I'll fool kids like elementary school did A be on the block like new kids L, he just wanna battle Yo, they must be Retarded, deaf, dumb, blind, slow, and stupid True kid, Natural E We got your heart like cupid on Valentine's Day See, when we do shit, we massacre the Palestine way I be on A shorty's skin like calamine spray When she got chickenpox, call Mayhem Sir 'Cause he Mix-a-Lot bitches suck my dick a lot I got the master key while you be picking locks On my block, niggas be flipping rocks 'Cause, see, A-Butta don't give two fucks I'll bust on mics like two nuts, for two bucks I'll wet your whole clique like the Klu Klux My crew rush, plus we roll thick just like a school bus Whoever try to duel us must be very foolush Yo, Natural E, we're too much We be all up in your mouth like a toothbrush Come touch, Huh, you must be on some new dust My crew rush like hours in the midday in New York City Natural E clique stay tight L, I know you're tipsy You're fucking A-right! Yo, A, you with me? Niggas be puffing L's In broad daylight Uh huh, son, we're getting busy Bitches used to kiss me and diss me That's why I left my ex-bitch free And now she call me back because she miss me Ayyo L, forget it, she gon' come back just like a Frisbee It's 2Face with, um, four eyes, I's like Mississippi I give a girl a hickey to signify that she was with me Until then I'll catch you on the Blind Side, creators hit me You'll get me, I be the flexer (What'd you say?) "Mic Molester", "Mic Checka" like Das EFXer I'll make you worship me like Mecca(Yo, what you mean?) Collecting green (Yo, what you mean?) Wrecking the scene, plus blessing the fiends Yo, son, I got bitches resting in Queens like Elizabeth I be getting Fresh like Doug E. 'cause my slugs be Busting up through your rugby You couldn't Mugg me if you was Cypress Hill DJ Bitches diss, but it's, "All in the game" like EA Creators Blind Side, rewind for an instant replay Creators Blind Side, rewind for an instant replay [Outro: A-Butta, L-Swift, A-Butta/L-Swift in Unison] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Haha, Blind Side, Creators they richer than the house y'all Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Haha, [?] In the house y'all Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Haha, [?] In the house y'all Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Haha, [?] In the house y'all Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey DJ [?] my man Sunset, woooo [?] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Everybody, wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo