ORIGINOO GUNN CLAPAZZ - Dirtiest Players In The Game lyrics
rate me[starang]<br>Word up, word up, youknowimsayin<br>It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit<br>(I know I know what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)<br>Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin<br>Niggas always know man, for real for real man<br>(hennyville, william h., top d-o)<br>Heltah skeltah (sean price) sean p!!<br><br>[ruck]<br>Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty<br>Cuz I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me<br>But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my power<br>The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder<br>The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear<br>Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off<br>Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of smirnov<br>Rap style is rusty, took too many years off<br>Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save thee<br>Life as a trife nigga sayin bye baby!<br>Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps<br>Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something real happens<br><br>[top dog]<br>Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin? <br>Had to put it down and show you where I'm from<br>Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown<br>Been to many places, never strayed away from home<br>Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)<br>I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case<br>There's another player up in my lane, and then I lace him<br>The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board<br>I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud<br>Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you know<br>Shaving all your points just like I told you to do so<br>And come on down, wit ya half-man team<br>I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees<br>Now spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it out<br>You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout<br>Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga<br><br>[starang]<br>Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot<br>Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got<br>Better drop that shit if it get too hot<br>Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot<br>This is the mfc, and double-d<br>In the ninety-now, we lock it down<br>This is the mfc, and double-d<br>In the ninety-now, we lock it down<br><br>[rock]<br>First of all, alcatraz I master my craft<br>Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm kevin nash<br>Cuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow<br>If this was wrestling, we'd be nwo<br>The same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fights<br>Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics<br>Made a little cheese and left, and that shit ain't right<br>But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night<br>Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got talent<br>Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin<br>Step in the ring deep, let it begin<br>Peep, creep and jump all except for my kin<br>Those are the breaks man, we take wins<br>Buy hook-up by crook man<br>Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin<br>Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum<br>I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair<br><br>[starang] *shoutouts in background*<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got<br>Better drop that shit if it get too hot<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Wassup wassup, wassup wassup<br>Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup<br><br>Yo son I lace up my cleats, and then I step out on the field<br>Look out in the stands, I see my niggas from the 'ville<br>I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout killin em<br>Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em<br>Word up them faggots on the other side don't know starang<br>Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game<br>Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on soul train<br>I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine<br>Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum force<br>Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off<br>We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off<br>Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft<br>It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame<br>Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game<br><br>[louieville sluggah]<br>Yo it's down and out, but really it's just beginning<br>Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning<br>Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin<br>One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin<br>But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate<br>Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall<br>And frame it up, disappear car door<br>Hardcore wars, the fans demand more<br>Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard<br>It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)<br>Don't wanna bunt up, cuz all I think about is homers<br><br>[starang]<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got<br>(where y'all at, where y'all at)<br>Better drop that shit if it get too hot<br>(where y'all at, where y'all at)<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember that? <br>Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best y'all word up<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got<br>Better drop that shit if it get too hot<br>Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot<br>Steppin in hotter this year<br>Let the brains blow, word up<br>Ah-ha ah-ha<br>Oh oh, word up<br>Heads ain't ready for the shit we got<br>Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got
