Dirtiest Players In The Game Lyrics by O.G.C. (Originoo Gunn Clappaz)

Lyrics O O.G.C. (Originoo Gunn Clappaz) Lyrics Dirtiest Players In The Game Lyrics

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(feat. Heltah Skeltah (The Fab 5)) [Starang] Word up, word up, youknowimsayin It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do that Fab 5 shit (I know I know what they ask you, when's Fab 5 comin out) Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin Niggas always know man, for real for real man (Hennyville, William H., Top D-O) Heltah Skeltah (Sean Price) SEAN P!! [Ruck] Aiyyo I step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty Cuz I do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my power The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder The Iron Mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off Leave you punch-drunk when I hit you wit bottles of Smirnov Rap style is rusty, took too many years off Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should I save thee Life as a trife nigga sayin "Bye baby!" Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps Chill, 'fore I pull out my steel and something real happens [Top Dog] Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin? Had to put it down and show you where I'm from Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown Been to many places, never strayed away from home Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (Fab 5 mad live!) I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case There's another player up in my lane, and then I lace him The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud Call me Top Dog, the Big Cahuna so what you know Shaving all your points just like I told you to do so And come on down, wit ya half-man team I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees Now spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it out You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga [Starang] Aiyyo Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot This is the MFC, and Double-D In the ninety-now, we lock it down This is the MFC, and Double-D In the ninety-now, we lock it down [Rock] First of all, Alcatraz I master my craft Got the Power to Bomb that ass like I'm Kevin Nash Cuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow If this was wrestling, we'd be NWO The same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fights Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics Made a little cheese and left, and that shit ain't right But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got talent Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin Step in the ring DEEP, let it begin PEEP, CREEP and jump all except for my kin Those are the breaks man, we take wins Buy hook-up by crook man Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair [Starang] *shoutouts in background* Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Wassup wassup, wassup wassup Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup Yo son I lace up my cleats, and then I step out on the field Look out in the stands, I see my niggas from the 'Ville I keep my eye on they QB, grillin em, thinkin 'bout killin em Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em Word up them faggots on the other side don't know Starang Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on Soul Train I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine Two minutes, gotta win it for my Magnum Force Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? Nigga her ass is soft It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game [Louieville Sluggah] Yo it's down and out, but really it's just beginning Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin But back to ya ENTER, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall And frame it up, disappear car door Hardcore wars, the fans demand more Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard It's Ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for) Don't wanna bunt up, cuz all I think about is homers [Starang] Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got (Where y'all at, where y'all at) Better drop that shit if it get too hot (Where y'all at, where y'all at) Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Yes yes y'all Fab 5, we the best y'all, remember that? Yes yes y'all, Fab 5 be the best y'all word up Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got Better drop that shit if it get too hot Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot Steppin in hotter this year Let the brains blow, word up Ah-ha ah-ha Oh oh, word up Heads ain't ready for the shit we got Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got

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