Dirtiest Players In The Game Lyrics - Singles - Originoo Gunn Clapazz

[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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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, 'cause 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