Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Dirtiest Players in The Game lyrics
[starang]
Word upword upyouknowimsayin
It's likeniggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit
(I know I know what they ask youwhen's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's likewhat the fuck manknowimsayin
Niggas always know manfor real for real man
(hennyvillewilliam h.top d-o)
Heltah skeltah (sean price) sean p!!
[ruck]
Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
Cuz I do gotta get moneymad dudes wanna confront me
But they can'tfuck wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder
The iron mike of this rap shitmad niggas appear
Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rustytook too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry babywhy should I save thee
Life as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappinwe make it stackin caps
Chill'fore I pull out my steel and something real happens
[top dog]
Why you wanna take my life kidlike it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you where I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown
Been to many placesnever strayed away from home
Because my home is homein a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my laneand then I lace him
The point is takendrop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud
Call me top dogthe big cahuna so what you know
Shaving all your points just like I told you to do so
And come on downwit ya half-man team
I'll trade your half-man queenand got you weezin on your knees
Now spit it outyour game is weak manshit it out
You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig outwig the fuck out niggawhat nigga
[starang]
Aiyyo fab 5 mad liveblowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad liveblowin up the spot
This is the mfcand double-d
In the ninety-nowwe lock it down
This is the mfcand double-d
In the ninety-nowwe lock it down
[rock]
First of allalcatraz I master my craft
Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm kevin nash
Cuz every game the sameniggas is tryin to blow
If this was wrestlingwe'd be nwo
The same shitthey started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and leftand that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night
Starvinfinally they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for doloplus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deeplet it begin
Peepcreep and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks manwe take wins
Buy hook-up by crook man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this yearwe gon' do it and we ain't playin fair
[starang] *shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Wassup wassupwassup wassup
Ah-hawassup wassupwassup wassup
Yo son I lace up my cleatsand then I step out on the field
Look out in the standsI see my niggas from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qbgrillin emthinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side don't know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya assdance like I'm on soul train
I'm just hypethey testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutesgotta win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin offthat crown y'all worepass it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttinwe ain't frontinfuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remainthe dirtiest players in this game
[louieville sluggah]
Yo it's down and outbut really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighthand top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to batwhat you still runnin
One try to steal but chillwe only dumbin
But back to ya enterpointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ballsend that pitch over the wall
And frame it updisappear car door
Hardcore warsthe fans demand more
Checkin me outlookin on the big screen billboard
It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt upcuz all I think about is homers
[starang]
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got
(where y'all atwhere y'all at)
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
(where y'all atwhere y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5we the best y'allremember that?
Yes yes y'allfab 5 be the best y'all word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Steppin in hotter this year
Let the brains blowword up
Ah-ha ah-ha
Oh ohword up
Heads ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got
