* originally appeared as the extended of leflah on fab 5's blah 12"
Yes The name of shit here is Leflour eshkoshka The fab 5
rock
Yes yes (yes y'all) O.g.c., heltah skeltah be the best (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from east to west (west y'all) Sound pound straight through your vest y'all (vest y'all) And yo chest y'all (chest y'all)
Verse one: strang, rock,
Ay curumba strang gun clappa One on tha set man I cut ya like Still the back in my thundergear down to my underwear all you motherfuckers wonder where I come from, 'cause dapper dan I'm a gun fan plus I run rappers stand Fab 5, mad blow up the spot Dru ha gets the paper black moon gets the props
Eh yo to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k Send mc's to me in squads of say monsta, is he for real? it can't be See him in as he transform that man's me Enemies ain't kotter, ain't no welcome back in my or Knots get like cordless slots and payphones Phone home or return jedi I bet I can without lai yo' stupid ass a red eye
Me nah Niggaz who see pass a likkle bit of light You come tess the champion ya gwan die And 6 feet deep is you sleep Eternally restin in peace you relief Now big up to all my headz in the east Stalkin the block not the house without they gat You ta believe that fab 5 got my back (got my back) like dat
Verse ruck, louisville
I control the masses, wit metaphors thats Don't ask if the nigga ruckest bash like cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be 'cause herbs jus be shittin off the words I be I you, double headed swords for the petty But I told you, bitch niggaz that ain't ready Now I mold you, to the bitch that you are wit the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred
Guess who, punk chump, your jus blew It's the originoo gun two Rushin through, three on you can't see we we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight So sneak in where a in the cipher of the camp Jus got amped so I em out for a dance Bigga triggas fallin Like the bridges of london, but ain't too niggaz runnin
Verse three: --> louisville in ()'s
Aiyyo why oh why did I need Scar on my face but I'm not al (we 3 amigos) sparsky and dutch we mo' than what? (a primetime nbc tv show) (headz know and damn sure ain't ready) (niggas walk the wit more boop than betty) Shit'll get (back of the tree now surrender) (my pon hits yo mind mix thoughts a blender) Then I dish off from a guard to a center Like rockafella you hit rock bottom you enter (o.g.c. rush the scene, the mission from backup) (baseball bats attack like jersey fools act up) act up (folks is now, petrol, go get dough) (pepto-bismol before nigga let go) He said go you do grew screwed I blew through Two crews who claim got funk maybe true 'cause they doo-doo
Verse four: ruck, strang --> top in ()'s
Everybody framed, ain't nobody no more I've evidence on your click so y'all hit the floor With mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water Now I just oughta a piece to your headquarters To take your stripe, you fucked up tonight You don't do right you're gwan get to spite Our click foundation stays thick the war I'm keepin my eye out for at the door
a shame how these mc's are wannabees Front on these and get hung up dungarees (please) Ease off strangle wrecks ya bust asses on whoever passes through my sector (so what you gonna do you stuck at thirty-two) (degrees please, get off yo knees and these) (now these, buckshots from the rifle) (then I will make niggaz beat it and scream like michael) So how many corny gwan try strang sets shit off like the 4th of july (nobody) why? ('cause everybody bodies my brother) (I smother a nigga then ruck bounce rubber) Step to tha stage set the on fire Yo desires, call me siah 'cause I'm flyer Live like wires, beast the east who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he busy
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