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Correct Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Lyrics
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Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba One on the set man I cut you like lumber Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear Make all you motherfuckers wonder where I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props A-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 Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones Phone home or return like Jedi I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye Me nah like Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight And six feet deep is where you sleep Eternally resting in peace you felt relief Now big up to all my true heads in the East Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back) Like that (like that) I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping Cause herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking I scold you, double headed sword for the petty But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two Rushing through, three on three you can't see we Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance Bigger triggers falling down Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino (We're 3 amigos) Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what? (A prime time NBC TV show) Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty (Shit'll get heavy) Back up, retreat, now surrender My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter O.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up Punks in back stand petro, go get yo' Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite Our click foundation stays thick through the war I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael So how many corny MC g'wan try When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July Nobody (why?) Cos everybody gets bodies my brother I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber Step to the stage set the microphone on fire Your desire, they call me sire cos 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 (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
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