O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah - Dirtiest Players in the Game lyrics

Word up, word up, youknowimsayin it's like
Niggas ask me why we ain't do that Fab 5 shit
(I know I know what they ask you
When's Fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man
Knowimsayin
Niggas always know man, for real for real man
(Hennyville, William H, Top D-O)
Heltah Skeltah (Sean Price) SEAN P!

Aiyyo I step in the ring
Weighing two hundred and twenty
Cuz I do gotta get money
Mad dudes wanna confront me but they can't
Fuck wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just
Like weed and some powder
The Iron Mike of this rap shit
Mad niggas appear soft
Spit some shit from my mouth piece
That'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk when I hit
You wit bottles of Smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby
Why should I save thee
Life as a trife nigga sayin "Bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin
We make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore I pull out my
Steel and something real happens

Why you wanna take my life kid
Like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and
Show you where I'm from
Bucktown is the place and will
Be livin where me grown been to many places
Never strayed away from home
Because my home is home
In a ditch still wit my bone
(Fab 5 mad live)
I'm at the three-point line no
Time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane
And then I lace him the point is taken
Drop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because
Your game is so fraud call me Top Dog
The Big Kahuna so what you know
Shaving all your points just like I
Told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half man team
I'll trade your half man queen
And got you weezin on your knees
Now spit it out, your game is weak man
Shit it out
You're all up in the game and don't
Know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga
What nigga

Aiyyo Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
This is the MFC, and Double-D
In the ninety now, we lock it down
This is the MFC, and Double-D
In the ninety now, we lock it down

First of all, Alcatraz I master my craft
Got the power to bomb that
Ass like I'm Kevin Nash
Cuz every game the same
Niggas is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, we'd be NWO
The same shit
They started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows
Rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left
And that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the
Same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed
Niggas got talent get busy for dolo
Plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring DEEP, let it begin
PEEP, CREEP and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take wins
Buy hook-up by crook man
Smack you wit a chair if
Ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year
We gon' do it and we ain't playin fair

Shoutouts in background
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Wassup wassup, wassup wassup
Ah ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup

Yo son I lace up my cleats
And then I step out on the field
Look out in the stands
I see my niggas from the 'Ville
I keep my eye on they QB, grillin em
Thinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the
Other side don't know Starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on Soul Train
I'm just hype
They testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my Magnum Force
Give me the chance and the
Ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that crown y'all wore
Pass it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? Nigga
Her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin
Fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain
The dirtiest players in this game

Yo it's down and out
But really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth
And top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat
What you still runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin
But back to ya ENTER
Pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ball
Send that pitch over the wall
And frame it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out
Lookin on the big screen billboard
It's Ville y'all
(player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up
Cuz all I think about is homers

Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
(Where y'all at, where y'all at)
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
(Where y'all at, where y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all Fab 5, we the best y'all
Remember that? Yes yes y'all
Fab 5 be the best y'all word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Steppin in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, word up ah ha ah ha
Oh oh, word up
Heads ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got