Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Players' Theme, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Players' Theme |
| Yo, check it, yo, Frukwan, Sun Star |
| A new category, a new chamber in hip-hop |
| Yo, it’s called the wise category |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Cause all I do is drop science, fuck the bullshit |
| So for you wack ass motherfuckers |
| Don’t come in my house |
| Thinkin' you runnin' this shit |
| Players can’t even get with |
| Hangin' with the lyrics I spit |
| Hit harder then I hit |
| I be the ill wild keeper, creep with such |
| Pack a punch, yum yum, bag chumps for lunch |
| Till the last forgade, the crime that pays |
| Canarse, New York be the home of the brave |
| Got slang and game, brother whats your rank |
| Wanna slip me a bitch, and I say no thanks |
| I don’t fuck with skeez, don’t waste my cheese |
| Catch me in the street, get in clubs for free |
| Frukwan be forever, my notes is thick |
| Sick just like a lunatic fuckin' with this |
| Got a million plus fans, bars and hooks |
| Claws that leave a gash, cash in the stash |
| Twin berettas, armoretta’s laced in the sweater |
| Sculptin' my craft like Egyptian math |
| King of the king kings with the crips and right |
| Swing a double edged sword, disrupt your life, what |
| Yo, time or tell, thoughts is gold |
| Elevate certain heads if you gots to know |
| Born leader, brand the architect by fate |
| Since day one, represented the real duns nigga |
| Don’t compare with the truth for there |
| Try to keep an MC from his destiny |
| What I do, how I live, do affect my kids |
| Knew that before hand, when I crossed the bridge |
| Alias, a.k.a. all I see in the cruise |
| Diligents with the bumps and bruise |
| Give 'em daps, sippin' wine doesn’t make me less |
| But I’m the villain in the eyes of depress, yo, fuck it, yo |
| You got mines and I got your back |
| Together we can bond and cominse attack |
| Think it’s all about you, then your bound to fall |
| Remember, take a deep breath, cause you a guest in this house |
| Yo, double my line, quick to take |
| Brothers know they get jumped when they fake the funk |
| Brothers got scar remains, limited range |
| Perimeter preach feet scripts, and red cheese |
| Constant, never in one spot for long |
| Got connects, more then a federal depth |
| The scope is global reign, hover with the cane |
| Terror with the fright, lot of sleepless nights |
| Heard it before, sex more beach than whores |
| Blaze the trail, rip it like Jordan and Scott |
| One of the few brothers that got flow off top |
| I run you in brother, make you forced to stop |
| Thinkin' the trench pot, cause I’m scorchin' hot |
| Rugged then the rag times, scrapin' cans |
| The pressure rise water, made it hot as blast |
| Countin' sheeps yo, that was far from norm |
| Everybody wanna duck while I face the storm |
| Fuck it, I take it head up, my souls direct |
| Ain’t a motherfuckin' body, I’ll cook the chef |
| Lock a motherfucker out, cause I don’t need the stress, yo |