(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