Hey Hey Hey (Radio)

Album cover art for "Hey Hey Hey (Radio)" by 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift)

2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - Rap

Hey Hey Hey (Radio)

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2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - "Hey Hey Hey" [Emcee(s): L-Swift and A-Butta] [Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano and Si Spex)] [Bridge: A-Butta and L-Swift] 2Face letting it blow, plus getting the dough We be checking your ho while you sweating the flow [Verse 1: L-Swift and A-Butta] [L-Swift] I be's Intellectual, incredible, but flexible. I turn A virgin sexual. Impeccable but technical [A-Butta] 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. I'ma generate These bombs. Watch as I detonate [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] 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 [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] Ayyo, L, imagine Houdini puffing two beaties that's green and… (Yo, A, you got it wrong. Yo, yo) [L-Swift] Imagine Houdini fucking two genies, puffing two Beaties, watching the same thing on different TVs [Verse 2: A-Butta and L-Swift] [A-Butta] 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 [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] 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 [L-Swift] 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, Timberlands to Woolridge I'll fool kids like elementary school did [A-Butta] A be on the Block like new kids. L, he just wanna battle [L-Swift] Yo, they must be Retarded, deaf, dumb, blind, slow, and stupid [A-Butta] True, kid. Natural E We got your heart like cupid on Valentine's Day See, when we do shit, we massacre the Palestine way [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] 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 [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] Natural E clique stay tight. L, I know you're tipsy [L-Swift] You're fucking A-right! Yo, A, you with me? [A-Butta] Niggas be puffing L's In broad daylight. Uh huh, son, we're getting busy [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] Ayyo, L Forget it. She gon' come back just like a frisbee [L-Swift] It's 2Face with, um, four eyes/I's like Mississippi. I give A girl a hickey to signify that she was with me [A-Butta] Until then I'll catch you on the Blind Side, Creators hit me [L-Swift] You'll get me I be the flexer (What'd you say?), mic molester "Mic Checka" like Das EFXer [A-Butta] 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 [L-Swift] 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 [A-Butta] Creators Blind Side Rewind for an instant replay. Creators Blind Side Rewind for an instant replay

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  • Swigga
  • A-Butta