Originoo Gunn Clapazz

Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Dirtiest Players in The Game lyrics

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 [starang]

Word upword upyouknowimsayin

It's likeniggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit

(I know I know what they ask youwhen's fab 5 comin out)

Knowimsayin it's likewhat the fuck manknowimsayin

Niggas always know manfor real for real man

(hennyvillewilliam 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 moneymad dudes wanna confront me

But they can'tfuck wit my speed and my power

The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder

The iron mike of this rap shitmad 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 rustytook too many years off

Wipe ya tears off ya cry babywhy should I save thee

Life as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!"

Remember what the rapidness rappinwe make it stackin caps

Chill'fore I pull out my steel and something real happens



[top dog]

Why you wanna take my life kidlike 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 placesnever strayed away from home

Because my home is homein 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 laneand then I lace him

The point is takendrop the loss upon your board

I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud

Call me top dogthe big cahuna so what you know

Shaving all your points just like I told you to do so

And come on downwit ya half-man team

I'll trade your half-man queenand got you weezin on your knees

Now spit it outyour game is weak manshit it out

You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout

Wiggy-wig outwig the fuck out niggawhat nigga



[starang]

Aiyyo fab 5 mad liveblowin up the spot

Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got

Better drop that shit if it get too hot

Fab 5 mad liveblowin up the spot

This is the mfcand double-d

In the ninety-nowwe lock it down

This is the mfcand double-d

In the ninety-nowwe lock it down



[rock]

First of allalcatraz I master my craft

Got the power to bomb that ass like I'm kevin nash

Cuz every game the sameniggas is tryin to blow

If this was wrestlingwe'd be nwo

The same shitthey started out havin the bullshit fights

Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics

Made a little cheese and leftand that shit ain't right

But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night

Starvinfinally they noticed niggas got talent

Get busy for doloplus a tagteam we be wildin

Step in the ring deeplet it begin

Peepcreep and jump all except for my kin

Those are the breaks manwe 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 yearwe 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 likeshow me what ya got

Better drop that shit if it get too hot

Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot

Wassup wassupwassup wassup

Ah-hawassup wassupwassup wassup



Yo son I lace up my cleatsand then I step out on the field

Look out in the standsI see my niggas from the 'ville

I keep my eye on they qbgrillin emthinkin '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 assdance like I'm on soul train

I'm just hypethey testin me for the use of cocaine

Two minutesgotta win it for my magnum force

Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off

We blastin offthat crown y'all worepass it off

Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft

It ain't nuttinwe ain't frontinfuck the fortune and fame

Who will forever remainthe dirtiest players in this game



[louieville sluggah]

Yo it's down and outbut really it's just beginning

Bottom of the eighthand top of the ninth inning

Yo cleanup is up to batwhat you still runnin

One try to steal but chillwe only dumbin

But back to ya enterpointin at the gate as he steps to the plate

Makin that call on the ballsend that pitch over the wall

And frame it updisappear car door

Hardcore warsthe fans demand more

Checkin me outlookin on the big screen billboard

It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)

Don't wanna bunt upcuz all I think about is homers



[starang]

Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot

Grab the mic if ya likeshow me what ya got

(where y'all atwhere y'all at)

Better drop that shit if it get too hot

(where y'all atwhere y'all at)

Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot

Yes yes y'all fab 5we the best y'allremember that? 

Yes yes y'allfab 5 be the best y'all word up

Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot

Grab the mic if ya likeshow 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 blowword up

Ah-ha ah-ha

Oh ohword up

Heads ain't ready for the shit we got

Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got                      
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