| Yes
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| The name of this shit here is
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| Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka
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| The Fab 5
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| Yes yes y’all (yes y’all)
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| O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y’all (best y’all)
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| Fab 5 slam from East to West y’all (West y’all)
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| Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y’all (vest y’all)
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| and check yo chest y’all (chest y’all)
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| Ay curumba Strang gun clappa number
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| one on tha set man I cut ya like lumber
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| still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear
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| make all you motherfuckers wonder where
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| I come from, 'cause motherfuck Dapper Dan
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| I’m a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand
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| Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot
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| Dru Ha gets the paper Black Moon still gets the props
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| Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
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| send mc’s to me in squads of three say
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| Rockness Monsta, is he for real? |
| It can’t be
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| See him in action as he transform that man’s me
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| Enemies ain’t Kotter, ain’t no Welcome Back in my home or
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| knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones
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| Phone home or Return like Jedi
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| I bet I can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye
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| Me nah like
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| niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light
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| you come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight
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| And 6 feet deep is where you sleep
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| eternally restin in peace you felt relief
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| Now big up to all my true headz in the East
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| Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat
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| You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back
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| (got my back) It’s like dat
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| I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive
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| Don’t ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius
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| I’m drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin
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| 'Cause herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin
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| I scold you, double headed swords for the petty
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| but I told you, bitch niggaz that Headz Aint Ready
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| Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are
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| fuckin wit the Ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred
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| Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew
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| It’s the Originoo Gun Clappa two
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| Rushin through, three on three you can’t see we
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| 'Cause we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight
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| So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp
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| Jus got amped so I took em out for a dance
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| Bigga triggas fallin down
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| Like the bridges of London, but ain’t too many niggaz runnin
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| Aiyyo why oh why did I need cappucino
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| Scar on my face but I’m not Al Pacino
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| (We 3 amigos) Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo'
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| drama than what? |
| (A primetime nbc tv show)
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| (Headz don’t know and damn sure ain’t ready)
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| (Niggas walk the street wit more Boop than Betty)
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| Shit’ll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender)
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| (My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender)
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| Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center
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| Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter
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| (O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup) Yeah
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| (Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up) Act up
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| (Folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough)
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| (Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go)
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| He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through
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| two crews who claim they got funk maybe true 'cause they doo-doo
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| Everybody framed, ain’t nobody yappin no more
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| I’ve evidence on your click so y’all niggaz hit the floor
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| With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water
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| Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters
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| to take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight
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| You don’t do right you’re gwan get dead to spite
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| Our click foundation stays thick through the war
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| I’m keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door
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| It’s a shame how these mc’s are wannabees
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| front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)
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| ease off selecta Strangle wrecks ya
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| plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector
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| (So what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two)
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| (degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these)
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| (now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle)
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| (then I will make niggaz Beat It and Scream just like Michael)
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| So how many corny mc’s gwan try
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| when Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July
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| (Nobody) Why? |
| ('Cause everybody gets bodies my brother)
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| (I smother a nigga then Ruck bounce like rubber)
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| Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire
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| Yo desires, they call me siah 'cause I’m flyer
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| Live like wires, beast from the East who is he
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| When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy |