Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Yes, the name of this shit here is

Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka, the Fab 5

Yes, yes, y'all

O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all

Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all

Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all

And check yo chest y'all

Ay curumba strang gun clappa number

One on tha set man, I cut ya like lumber

Still play the back in my thunder gear down to my underwear

Make all you motherf**kers wonder where I come from

'Cuz motherf**k Dapper Dan

I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand

Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot

Dru Ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props

Eh 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 or

Knots get blown like cordless slots and pay phones

Phone home or Return like Jedi

I bet I can without liegive yo' stupid ass a red eye

Me nah like

Niggaz who can't see pass a little bit of light

You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight

And 6 feet deep is where you sleep

Eternally restin' in peace you felt relief

Now big up to all my true headz in the east

Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house without they gat

You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back

It's like dat

I control the masses, wit' metaphors that's massive

Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius

I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin'

'Cuz herbs jus be shittin' off the words I be kickin'

I scold you, double headed swords for the petty

But I told you, bitch niggaz that headz ain't ready

Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are

Fuckin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred

Guess who, punk chump, your brain just blew

It's the original gun clappa two

Rushin' through, three on three you can't see we

'Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight

So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp

Jus got amped so I took 'em out for a dance

Bigga triggas fallin' down

Like the bridges of London but ain't too many niggaz runnin'

Yes, yes, y'all

O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all

Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all

Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all

And check yo chest y'all

Aiyyo why, oh, why did I need Cappuccino

Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino

We 3 amigos, Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo'

Drama than what? A prime time NBC TV show

Headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready

Niggas walk the streets wit' more Boop than Betty

Shit'll get heavy back of the tree now surrender

My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center

Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter

O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup

Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up

Folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough

Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go

He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through

Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz they doo-doo

Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no more

I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor

With that mouth, murderin' you got that ass in hot water

Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters

To take away your stripe, you f**ked up tonight

You don't do right, you're gwan get dead to spite

Our click foundation stays thick through the war

I'm keepin' my eye out for infiltrators at the door

It's a shame how these MC's are wannabes

Front on these and get hung up like dungarees

Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya

Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector

So what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two

Degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these

Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle

Then I will make niggaz beat it and scream like Michael

So how many corny MC's gwan try

When strang sets shit off like the 4th of July

Nobody why? 'cuz everybody gets bodies, my brother

I smother a nigga then ruck bounce like rubber

Step to tha stage, set the microphone on fire

Yo desires, they call me siah, 'cuz 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

O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all

Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all

Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all

And check yo chest y'all

Yes, yes, y'all

1 2 3 , rockin' Rappy be the best y'all

Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all

Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all

And check yo chest y'all