O.G.C. Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Dirtiest Players in the Game

f/ 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