| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Players' Theme , by - Gravediggaz. Song from the album 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп