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