Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Dirtiest Players In The Game lyrics

[starang] Word up, word up, youknowimsayin It's like, n***as ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 sh** (i know i know what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out) Knowimsayin it's like, what the f** man, knowimsayin n***as 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 twenty Cuz i do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me But they can't, f** wit my speed and my power The combination'll f** you up just like weed and some powder The iron mike of this rap sh**, mad n***as appear Spit some sh** from my mouth piece that'll rip your f**in ears off Leave you punch-drunk when i hit you wit bottles of smirnov Rap style is rusty, took too many years off Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should i save thee Life as a trife n***a sayin "bye baby!" Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps Chill, '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 from Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown Been to many places, never strayed away from home Because 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 case There's another player up in my lane, and then i lace him The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you know Shaving all your points just like i told you to do so And come on down, wit ya half-man team I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees Now spit it out, your game is weak man, sh** it out You're all up in the game and don't know what the sh** is 'bout Wiggy-wig out, wig the f** out n***a, what n***a [starang] Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that sh** if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot This is the mfc, and double-d In the ninety-now, we lock it down This is the mfc, and double-d In the ninety-now, we lock it down [rock] First of all, alcatraz i master my craft Got the power to bomb that a** like i'm kevin nash Cuz every game the same, n***as is tryin to blow If this was wrestling, we'd be nwo The same sh**, they started out havin the bullsh** fights Like we had the bullsh** shows rockin the bullsh** mics Made a little cheese and left, and that sh** ain't right But had our monkey-a**es back the same time the next night Starvin, finally they noticed n***as got talent Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin Step in the ring deep, let it begin Peep, creep and jump all except for my kin Those are the breaks man, we 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 year, we 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 like, show me what ya got Better drop that sh** if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Wa**up wa**up, wa**up wa**up Ah-ha, wa**up wa**up, wa**up wa**up Yo son i lace up my cleats, and then i step out on the field Look out in the stands, i see my n***as from the 'ville I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout k**in em Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em Word up them f*ggots on the other side don't know starang Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game Sack ya a**, dance like i'm on soul train I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of c**aine Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum force Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, pa** it off Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? n***a her a** is soft It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, f** the fortune and fame Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game [louieville sluggah] Yo it's down and out, but really it's just beginning Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall And frame it up, disappear car door Hardcore wars, the fans demand more Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they k** for) Don't wanna bunt up, cuz all i think about is homers [starang] Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got (where y'all at, where y'all at) Better drop that sh** if it get too hot (where y'all at, where y'all at) Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember that? Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best y'all word up Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that sh** if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Steppin in hotter this year Let the brains blow, word up Ah-ha ah-ha Oh oh, word up Heads ain't ready for the sh** we got n***as ain't ready for the sh** we got