Yes, the name of this shit here is Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka, the Fab 5 Yes, yes, y'all O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest y'all Ay curumba strang gun clappa number One on tha set man, I cut ya like lumber Still play the back in my thunder gear down to my underwear Make all you motherf**kers wonder where I come from 'Cuz motherf**k Dapper Dan I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R O C K Send MC's to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It can't be See him in action as he transform that man's me Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home or Knots get blown like cordless slots and pay phones Phone home or Return like Jedi I bet I can without liegive yo' stupid ass a red eye Me nah like Niggaz who can't see pass a little bit of light You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight And 6 feet deep is where you sleep Eternally restin' in peace you felt relief Now big up to all my true headz in the east Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house without they gat You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back It's like dat I control the masses, wit' metaphors that's massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin' 'Cuz herbs jus be shittin' off the words I be kickin' I scold you, double headed swords for the petty But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz ain't ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are Fuckin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk chump, your brain just blew It's the original gun clappa two Rushin' through, three on three you can't see we 'Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp Jus got amped so I took 'em out for a dance Bigga triggas fallin' down Like the bridges of London but ain't too many niggaz runnin' Yes, yes, y'all O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest y'all Aiyyo why, oh, why did I need Cappuccino Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino We 3 amigos, Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo' Drama than what? A prime time NBC TV show Headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready Niggas walk the streets wit' more Boop than Betty Shit'll get heavy back of the tree now surrender My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up Folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz they doo-doo Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no more I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor With that mouth, murderin' you got that ass in hot water Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters To take away your stripe, you f**ked up tonight You don't do right, you're gwan get dead to spite Our click foundation stays thick through the war I'm keepin' my eye out for infiltrators at the door It's a shame how these MC's are wannabes Front on these and get hung up like dungarees Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector So what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two Degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle Then I will make niggaz beat it and scream like Michael So how many corny MC's gwan try When strang sets shit off like the 4th of July Nobody why? 'cuz everybody gets bodies, my brother I smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber Step to tha stage, set the microphone on fire Yo desires, they call me siah, 'cuz I'm flyer Live like wires, beast from the east who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say, "Damn, he gets busy" Yes, yes, y'all O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest y'all Yes, yes, y'all 1 2 3 , rockin' Rappy be the best y'all Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all And check yo chest y'all