Yes The name of this shit here is Leflour leflah eshkoshka The fab 5
Chorus: rock
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) O.g.c., heltah skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all (west y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo chest y'all (chest y'all)
Verse one: strang, rock, louisville
Ay curumba strang gun clappa number One on tha set man I cut ya like lumber Still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear Make all you motherfuckers wonder where I come from, 'cause motherfuck dapper dan I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props
Eh yo next to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k Send mc's to me in squads of three say Rockness monsta, is he for real? it can't be See him in action as he transform that man's me Enemies ain't kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home or Knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones Phone home or return like jedi I bet I can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye
Me nah like Niggaz who can't see pass a likkle bit of light You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight And 6 feet deep is where you sleep Eternally restin in peace you felt relief Now big up to all my true headz in the east Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back (got my back) it's like dat
Verse two: ruck, louisville
I control the masses, wit metaphors that's massive Don't ask if the nigga ruckest bash shit like cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin 'cause herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin I scold you, double headed swords for the petty But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz ain't ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are Fuckin wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew It's the originoo gun clappa two Rushin through, three on three you can't see we 'cause we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp Jus got amped so I took em out for a dance Bigga triggas fallin down Like the bridges of london, but ain't too many niggaz runnin
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Verse three: rock --> louisville in ()'s
Aiyyo why oh why did I need cappucino Scar on my face but I'm not al pacino (we 3 amigos) sparsky and dutch we bring mo' Drama than what? (a primetime nbc tv show) (headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready) (niggas walk the street wit more boop than betty) Shit'll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender) (my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender) Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter (o.g.c. rush the scene, the mission from backup) yeah (baseball bats attack like jersey fools that act up) act up (folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough) (pepto-bismol before this nigga let go) He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true 'cause they doo-doo
Verse four: ruck, strang --> top dawg in ()'s
Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin no more I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters To take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight You don't do right you're gwan get dead to spite Our click foundation stays thick through the war I'm keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door
It's a shame how these mc's are wannabees Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector (so what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two) (degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these) (now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle) (then I will make niggaz beat it and scream just like michael) So how many corny mc's gwan try When strang sets shit off like the 4th of july (nobody) why? ('cause everybody gets bodies my brother) (I smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber) Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire Yo desires, they call me siah 'cause I'm flyer Live like wires, beast from the east who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy
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