( *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 talkin is for the birds

I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words



(Action speaks louder)

(Action speaks louder than words)

(Action speaks louder)



[ 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, dare ya

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

Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas

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 lip

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 shopping cart

Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord

Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards

Straight from the alleys of Cali, 69th Curbs

Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords



(Action speaks louder)

(Action speaks louder than words)

(Action speaks louder)