Текст песни O.G.C. f Heltah Skeltah (The Fab 5) - Dirtiest Players in the Game
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[Starang]Word up, word up, youknowimsayinIt`s like, niggas ask me why we ain`t do that Fab 5 shit(I know I know what they ask you, when`s Fab 5 comin out)Knowimsayin it`s like, what the fuck man, knowimsayinNiggas always know man, for real for real man(Hennyville, William H., Top D-O)Heltah Skeltah (Sean Price) SEAN P!![Ruck]Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twentyCuz I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront meBut they can`t, fuck wit my speed and my powerThe combination`ll fuck you up just like weed and some powderThe Iron Mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appearSpit some shit from my mouth piece that`ll rip your fuckin ears offLeave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of SmirnovRap style is rusty, took too many years offWipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save theeLife as a trife nigga sayin "Bye baby!"Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin capsChill, `fore I pull out my steel and something real happens[Top Dog]Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn`t nuttin?Had to put it down and show you where I`m fromBucktown is the place and will be livin where me grownBeen to many places, never strayed away from homeBecause my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (Fab 5 mad live!)I`m at the three-point line no time wastin in caseThere`s another player up in my lane, and then I lace himThe point is taken, drop the loss upon your boardI`m checkin all of y`all because your game is so fraudCall me Top Dog, the Big Cahuna so what you knowShaving all your points just like I told you to do soAnd come on down, wit ya half-man teamI`ll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your kneesNow spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it outYou`re all up in the game and don`t know what the shit is `boutWiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga[Starang]Aiyyo Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spotGrab the mic if ya like, show me what ya gotBetter drop that shit if it get too hotFab 5 mad live, blowin up the spotThis is the MFC, and Double-D In the ninety-now, we lock it downThis is the MFC, and Double-DIn the ninety-now, we lock it down[Rock]First of all, Alcatraz I master my craftGot the Power to Bomb that ass like I`m Kevin NashCuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blowIf this was wrestling, we`d be NWOThe same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fightsLike we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit micsMade a little cheese and left, and that shit ain`t rightBut had our monkey-asses back the same time the next nightStarvin, finally they noticed niggas got talentGet busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildinStep in the ring DEEP, let it beginPEEP, CREEP and jump all except for my kinThose are the breaks man, we take winsBuy hook-up by crook manSmack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain`t lookinWinnin the belt`s like goin gold or platinumI swear this year, we gon` do it and we ain`t playin fair[Starang] *shoutouts in background*Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spotGrab the mic if ya like, show me what ya gotBetter drop that shit if it get too hotFab 5 mad live blowin up the spotWassup wassup, wassup wassupAh-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassupYo son I lace up my cleats, and then I step out on the fieldLook out in the stands, I see my niggas from the `VilleI keep my eye on they QB, grillin em, thinkin `bout killin emSimply for the fact that we ain`t feelin emWord up them faggots on the other side don`t know StarangSacrifice myself just to win the whole gameSack ya ass, dance like I`m on Soul TrainI`m just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaineTwo minutes, gotta win it for my Magnum ForceGive me the chance and the ambulance`ll drag em offWe blastin off, that crown y`all wore, pass it offAin`t ya wifey a cheerleader? Nigga her ass is softIt ain`t nuttin, we ain`t frontin, fuck the fortune and fameWho will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game[Louieville Sluggah]Yo it`s down and out, but really it`s just beginningBottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inningYo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runninOne try to steal but chill, we only dumbinBut back to ya ENTER, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plateMakin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wallAnd frame it up, disappear car doorHardcore wars, the fans demand moreCheckin me out, lookin on the big screen billboardIt`s Ville y`all (player wit the stats they kill for)Don`t wanna bunt up, cuz all I think about is homers[Starang]Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spotGrab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got (Where y`all at, where y`all at)Better drop that shit if it get too hot(Where y`all at, where y`all at)Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spotYes yes y`all Fab 5, we the best y`all, remember that?Yes yes y`all, Fab 5 be the best y`all word upFab 5 mad live blowin up the spotGrab the mic if ya like, show me what ya gotBetter drop that shit if it get too hotFab 5 mad live blowin up the spotSteppin in hotter this yearLet the brains blow, word upAh-ha ah-haOh oh, word upHeads ain`t ready for the shit we gotNiggas ain`t ready for the shit we got