Word up, word up, It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do fab 5 shit (I I know what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out) Knowimsayin it's like, what the man, knowimsayin Niggas always man, for real for real man (hennyville, h., top d-o) Heltah (sean price) sean p!!
Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and 'cause I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna me But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my The combination'll fuck you up just weed and some powder The iron mike of rap shit, mad niggas appear some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of Rap is rusty, took too many years off Wipe ya off ya cry baby, why should I save thee Life as a trife nigga "bye baby!" what 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 is the place and will be livin where me grown Been to many places, strayed away from home Because my is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!) I'm at the three-point no time wastin in case There's player up in my lane, and then I lace him The point is taken, drop the loss your board I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so Call me top dog, the big cahuna so you know Shaving all points just like I told you to do so And come on down, wit ya team I'll 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 know what the is 'bout out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga
Aiyyo 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, blowin up the This is the mfc, and 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 was wrestling, we'd be nwo The same shit, started out havin the bullshit fights Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit Made a little and left, and that shit ain't right But had our monkey-asses back the time the next night Starvin, finally noticed niggas got talent Get busy for dolo, a tagteam we be wildin in the ring deep, let it begin Peep, creep and jump all for my kin Those are the breaks man, we take Buy hook-up by man Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref lookin Winnin the like goin gold or platinum I swear 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 shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the Wassup wassup, wassup Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup
Yo son I lace up my cleats, and I step out on the field out in the stands, I see my niggas from the 'ville I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin killin em Simply for the fact we ain't feelin em Word up them faggots on the other don't know starang Sacrifice just to win the whole game Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on train I'm just hype, they me for the use of cocaine Two minutes, win it for my magnum force Give me the chance and the drag em off We off, that crown 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 players in this game
sluggah] Yo down and out, but really it's just beginning of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning Yo is up to bat, what you still runnin One try to steal but chill, we only But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the Makin that call on the ball, send pitch over the wall And frame it up, car door wars, the fans demand more Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for) Don't wanna bunt up, 'cause all I think is homers
Fab 5 mad blowin 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 y'all at, y'all at) Fab 5 mad live up the spot Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best word up 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 Steppin in hotter this Let the brains blow, up Ah-ha Oh oh, up Heads ready for the shit we got Niggas ready for the shit we got