Word up, up, youknowimsayin It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do fab 5 shit (I know I know they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out) Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man, always know man, for real for real man (hennyville, h., top d-o) Heltah (sean price) sean p!!
Aiyyo I in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty 'cause I do get money, mad dudes wanna confront me But they can't, fuck wit my and my power The combination'll you up just like weed and some powder The mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear Spit shit from 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 many off Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save Life as a trife sayin "bye baby!" Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin Chill, I pull out my steel and something real happens
[top Why you wanna take my life kid, it wasn't nuttin? Had to put it down and show you where I'm Bucktown is the place and will be livin me grown Been to places, never strayed away from home Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my (fab 5 mad live!) I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case There's another player up in my lane, and then I him The point is taken, drop the loss your board I'm all of y'all because your game is so fraud Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you Shaving all your just like I told you to do so And on down, wit ya half-man team I'll trade your queen, and got you weezin on your knees Now it out, your game is weak man, shit it out You're all up in the game and know what the shit is 'bout Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, nigga
Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, up the spot the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that 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 it down
First of all, alcatraz I master my Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm nash 'cause every game the same, is tryin to blow If this was wrestling, be nwo The same shit, started out havin the bullshit fights Like we had the bullshit rockin the bullshit mics Made a little cheese and left, and that shit right But had our monkey-asses the same time the next night Starvin, they noticed niggas got talent Get busy for dolo, plus a we be wildin in the ring deep, let it begin Peep, and jump all except for my kin Those are the breaks man, we take Buy by crook man Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't the belt's like goin gold or platinum I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't fair
[starang] in background* Fab 5 mad live blowin up the 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 out on the field 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 faggots on the other side don't know starang Sacrifice myself just to win the game Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train I'm just hype, testin me for the use of cocaine Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off We blastin off, crown y'all wore, pass it off Ain't ya a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, the fortune and fame Who forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game
[louieville Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still One try to but chill, we only dumbin But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he to the plate Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch the wall And frame it up, disappear car wars, the fans demand more Checkin me out, on the big screen 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 blowin up the spot the mic if ya like, show me what ya got (where y'all at, y'all at) Better that shit if it get too hot (where y'all at, where 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 y'all word up Fab 5 mad blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, me what ya got Better drop that if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the in hotter this year Let the brains blow, up ah-ha Oh oh, up Heads ain't ready for the we got Niggas ready for the shit we got