Yes, the name of this shit is Leflah Eshkoshka, the Fab 5
Yes, yes, O.G.C., Skeltah be the best y'all Fab 5 from east to west y'all Sound pound through your bubble vest y'all And check yo y'all
Ay curumba strang gun number One on tha set man, I cut ya like Still play the in my thunder gear down to my underwear Make all you wonder where I come from
'Cuz motherfuck Dan I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run stand Fab 5, mad blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the black moon still gets the props
Eh yo next to snap a be big R O C K Send to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It be See him in action as he transform man's me
Enemies Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home or Knots get like cordless slots and pay phones home or Return like Jedi I bet I can without yo' stupid ass a red eye
Me nah Niggaz who can't see pass a bit of light You tess the champion ya gwan die tonight And 6 feet deep is you sleep Eternally restin' in you felt relief
Now big up to all my true in the east Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house without gat You ta believe that Fab 5 got my back like dat
I control the masses, wit' that's massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash like Cassius I'm drastic, it comes to verbs I be flippin' herbs jus be shittin' off the words I be kickin'
I scold you, double swords for the petty But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch you are wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred
Guess who, punk chump, your brain blew the original gun clappa two Rushin' through, on three you can't see we 'Cuz we tight and not many niggas wanna fight
So sneak in where a in the cipher of the camp Jus got amped so I took 'em out for a Bigga triggas down Like the bridges of London but ain't too niggaz runnin'
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 yo chest y'all
Aiyyo why, oh, why did I Cappuccino Scar on my but I'm not Al Pacino We 3 amigos, Sparsky and we bring mo' Drama than A prime time NBC TV show
Headz don't know and sure ain't ready Niggas walk the wit' more Boop than Betty Shit'll get back of the tree now surrender My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts a blender
I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like Rockafella you hit bottom when you enter O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from Baseball bats attack like Jersey that act up
Folks is now, petrol, go get dough Pepto-Bismol before this let go He said go what you do grew screwed I through Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz doo-doo
Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor With that mouth, you got that 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, you're gwan get dead to Our click foundation stays thick the war I'm my eye out for infiltrators at the door
It's a shame how MC's are wannabes Front on these and get hung up like off selecta strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes my sector
So what you gonna do when you at thirty-two Degrees please, get off yo knees and these Now swallow these, buckshots from the I will make niggaz beat it and scream like Michael
So how many MC's gwan try When sets shit off like the 4th of July Nobody why? 'cuz everybody bodies, my brother I smother a nigga ruck bounce like rubber
Step to tha stage, set the on fire Yo desires, they call me siah, I'm flyer Live like wires, from the east who is he When I roar like a they say, "Damn, he gets busy"
Yes, yes, O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best Fab 5 slam from east to west Sound pound straight through your bubble y'all And check yo y'all
Yes, yes, 1 2 3 , rockin' be the best y'all Fab 5 slam east to west y'all Sound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest