Yes, the name of this here is Leflour Eshkoshka, the Fab 5
Yes, yes, O.G.C., Heltah be the best y'all Fab 5 from east to west y'all pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest
Ay curumba gun clappa number One on tha set man, I cut ya lumber Still play the back in my thunder gear to my underwear Make all you wonder where I come from
'Cuz Dapper Dan I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run stand Fab 5, mad live blow up the Dru Ha the paper black moon still gets the props
Eh yo to snap a neck be big R O C K MC's to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It be See him in action as he transform that me
Enemies ain't Kotter, no welcome back in my home or Knots get blown like cordless and pay phones Phone or Return like Jedi I bet I can without yo' stupid ass a red eye
Me nah who can't see pass a little bit of light You come tess the champion ya die tonight And 6 feet deep is where you Eternally in peace you felt relief
Now big up to all my true headz in the Stalkin' the block not leavin' the without they gat You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my It's dat
I control the masses, wit' metaphors massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit Cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to I be flippin' 'Cuz herbs jus be shittin' off the words I be
I scold you, double headed swords for the But I you, bitch niggaz that headz ain't ready Now I mold you, back to the that you are Fuckin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and
Guess who, punk chump, brain just blew the original gun clappa two Rushin' through, three on you can't see we 'Cuz we stay tight and not many wanna fight
So sneak in where a nigga in the of the camp Jus got amped so I 'em out for a dance triggas fallin' down Like the bridges of London but too many niggaz runnin'
Yes, yes, O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the y'all Fab 5 slam east to west y'all Sound straight through your bubble vest y'all And yo chest y'all
Aiyyo why, oh, why did I Cappuccino on my face but I'm not Al Pacino We 3 amigos, Sparsky and we bring mo' Drama than what? A prime NBC TV show
Headz don't know and damn ain't ready walk the streets wit' more Boop than Betty Shit'll get heavy of the tree now surrender My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts a blender
Then I dish off from a guard to a center Like you hit rock bottom when you enter O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission backup Baseball bats attack like fools that act up
Folks is passed now, petrol, go get Pepto-Bismol this nigga let go He said go what you do grew screwed I through Two who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz they doo-doo
Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no I've evidence on click so y'all niggaz hit the floor With that mouth, murderin' you got ass in hot water Now I just oughta send a piece to headquarters
To take away your stripe, you fucked up You don't do right, gwan get dead to spite Our click foundation thick through the war I'm keepin' my eye out for at the door
It's a shame how MC's are wannabes Front on these and get hung up like Ease off selecta wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever through my sector
So what you gonna do when you stuck at please, get off yo knees and follow these Now swallow these, buckshots the rifle Then I will make niggaz beat it and scream Michael
So how many corny gwan try strang sets shit off like the 4th of July Nobody why? 'cuz gets bodies, my brother I smother a nigga then ruck like rubber
to tha stage, set the microphone on fire Yo desires, they me siah, 'cuz I'm flyer Live like wires, from the east who is he When I like a grizzly they say, "Damn, he gets busy"
Yes, yes, O.G.C., Heltah be the best y'all Fab 5 slam from east to west pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And yo chest y'all
Yes, yes, 1 2 3 , rockin' Rappy be the best Fab 5 slam from east to west Sound pound straight through your bubble vest And yo chest y'all