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Dirtiest Players In The Game
O.G.C.
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Ayo I step in the ring weighing two hundred and twenty
'Cause I do gotta get money mad crews wanna confront me
But they can't fuck with my speed and my power
The combination to fuck you up just like weed and some powder
The Iron Mike of this rap shit mad niggas appear soft
Spit some shit from my mouthpiece that'll rip your fucking ears off
Leave you punch drunk when I hit you with bottles of Smirnoff
Rap style is rusty took too many years off
Wipe your tears off you cry baby watchin' I save thee
Life of the trife nigga say goodbye baby (bye bye)
Remember whether rappin' or scrappin' we make it stackin' cash
Chill 'fore I pull out my steel and somethin' rash
Why you wanna take my life kid like it wasn't nothin'
Had to put it down to show you where I'm from
Bucktown is the place where me live and where me grown
Been to many places never strayed away from home
Because my home is home in a ditch still with my bone J
Mad live, 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's vacant chuck a loss upon your board
I'm checkin' all you out because your game is a fraud
Call me Top Dog the big kahuna say what you know
Shavin' all your points just like I told you to do so
Now come on down with your half man team
I said your half man clean I got you wheezin' on your knees
Now spit it out your game is weak man shit it out
Your all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout
You're wiggy wigged out wig the fuck out
Ayo Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
Grab the mic if you like show me what you got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
This is the M.F.C. and Double D
In the ninety now we lock it down
This is the M.F.C. and Double D
In the ninety now we lock it down
First of all Alcatraz I master my craft
Got the power to palm that ass like I'm Kevin Nash
Every game's the same niggas is tryin' to blow
If this was wrestling we'd be NWO
Same shit they started out havin' them bullshit fights
Like we had them bullshit shows rockin' them 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 notice niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo plus in tag team we be wildin'
Step in the ring deep let it begin
Peep and creep and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man we take wins by hook or by crook man
Smack you with a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin'
Winning the belt's like going gold or platinum I swear
This year we gon' do it and we ain't playin' fair
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
Grab the mic if you like show me what you got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
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' him
Thinkin' 'bout killin' him simply for
The fact that we ain't feelin' him
Word up them faggots on the other side don't know strength
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game
Sack your 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 your wifey our cheerleader nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nothin' we ain't frontin' fuck the fortune and fame
We will forever remain the dirtiest players in this game
Ayo it's down and out but really it's just beginnin'
Bottom of the eighth and top of the ninth innin'
Yo clean up is up to bat whistle still runnin'
One try to steal but chill we don't need dumbin'
But back to your hitter pointin' at the gate
As he steps to the plate makin' that call on the ball
Send that bitch over the wall and frame it up in some fan car door
Hardball wars the fans demand more
Checkin' me out look upon the big screen billboard
It's real y'all playin' with the stats they kill for
But what a bummer 'cause all I think about is home runs
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
Grab the mic if you like show me what you got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
Yes yes y'all Fab 5 we the best y'all
Remember that oh yes yes y'all
Fab 5 we the best y'all word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin' up the spot
Grab the mic if you like show me what you 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
Uh huh uh huh oh oh word up
Niggas ain't ready for this shit we got
Niggas ain't ready man I swear to God
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