Action Speaks Louder than Words

Lyrics

[Intro: Operator, James A. Smith, Representative] (*phone rings*) Too Black Records Yeah, this is Jay Hold on, Jay Hey Jay, long time, no hear, man, what's up? Say man, people been kickin' around a lot of ho shit in my ears Is that right? Yeah, and it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew Homosexual, disrespects real soldiers (Haha) What time it is then, man? It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs And really let a mothafucka know [Hook] Action speaks louder- Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than- [Verse 1: Scarface] Roll 'em up, then 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 a vengeance, 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'mma tell you like that 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll steal you with a bumper jack Better yet, grab a bat, apart from the pack Then commence to beatin' your head to the mothafuckin' fact I'm ragin' like Manson, I'm a mothafuckin' thriller Friday the 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer Brought up as a troubled kid, devious shits what I should of 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 threat to society, then again, to my fuckin' self I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins begin swellin' "Kill that mothafucka!" 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 [Hook] Action speaks louder than- Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than- [Verse 2: Ganksta Nip, Triple Six] Body bag's 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-gauge, 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 mothafuckin 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' (*gunshots*) 9 milli' ain't bullshittin' Down with Seag' from the 69th Curbs Tell 'em, Triple Six (Action speaks louder than words) [Hook] Action speaks louder than- Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than- [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 mothafuckin' 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 lil' 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'll plant 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 mothafuckin' talkin' is for the birds I do this (*gunshots*) 'Cause action speaks louder than words [Hook] Action speaks louder than- Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than- [Verse 4: Seagram] Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters, and chumps Talkin' real loud in front of a crowd, failure I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap Barkin' like a bear, and bitin' like a flea Bustas, straight suckas, mothafuckas Donald Goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers It's Seag' from Oakland, the one who lays order Quit lyin' to kick it, and make a run for the border Willie D, Bushwick, Scarface and Ganksta NIP Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin' lips Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me Shakin' 'em, breakin' 'em, makin', and takin' 'em Fakin' fuckin' rookies And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start They'll find your ass chopped And stuffed in a shoppin' cart Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the Ouija boards Straight from the alleys of Cali, 69th Curbs Izz actions sp-izz-eaks l-izz-ouder th-izz-an w-izz-ords [Hook] Action speaks louder than- Action speaks louder than words Action speaks louder than-