Blah (Radio Clean)

Lyrics

The Fab 5 - "Blah (Radio Clean)" [Emcee(s): Top Dog, Ruck, Louieville Sluggah, Rock, and Starang Wondah] [Producer(s): Tony Moore] [Verse 1: Top Dog] You must Be blind and deaf to think that you can test Originoo Gunn Clappz Two to your chest (Pumm! Pumm!) May the buddha bless you where they rest you Underground, where you hear the sound (Bucktown!) Home where we roam, pack mad Chrome, so, niggas, watch your dome-piece Or you just might just catch two shots to your mother- -fucking head—batty bwoy gwan dead [Verse 2: Ruck] Time for Some action, dick-in-your-mouth satisfaction I'll pull it out, you'll "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton I'm blasting (What?) people who laughed at my sequel He who mess with the Ruckus must recognize that I'm lethal (Plus) My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills So I'll drill styles that keep the mind filled Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked when they Try to quote the notes that B-I-G Ruck wrote, so, uh Make way for the master blaster Who blast past bastards and hit the pastor, uh [Hook: The Fab 5] (x3) Blah! (Like this) Blah! (Like that) The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz [Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah] Well, it's the Louieville Sluggah straight out of Bucktown Duck Down and Bucktown, heads are on the run now Originoo Gunns, Three, Two, One Gunn Clappaz Trashing like disasters on them wack rappers And if you have ta break legs and eggs, then hit Them exits. Skeltah weapons... gon' get Hectic, leads to stress, kid. All that's left is Confusion. After the lights, sights sparked up just Like fusion. Gunn Two's in his position Flanking batting stance leave 'em all stiff, hissing Backside pissing, punks jocking me Cock and plead, back up three feet from debris So when we come to catch wreck, respect Pay dues, fuck them fools who choose to snooze [Hook: The Fab 5] (x2) Blah! (Like this) Blah! (Like that) The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz [Verse 4: Rock] Me and My soldiers Do-or-Die like the Stuy I figure, "Why ask why?" Say goodbye, try Bigger numbers to run with, then come with that Bum shit, then get done when Gunns Three, Two, One click Um, it's the flipster. Go get your Boys, tell 'em, "Bring the noise." I'll silence 'em with this (Blah!) Me and the Originoo Gunn Clappaz, we be Acting up, then, after Ruck, the Rock'll blast your gut (Grandson of Sam) Sam be my grandpops. Before I Get down with Sam, ham hocks, I be declared a landmark Test the man Rock, true champion, warrior Rip a man if he say he can beat me, then kill the story-ah [Verse 5: Starang Wondah] Enemies get crushed (Crushed) into dust (Dust). They could feel The wrath, plus play my Clik and get that ass bust Standing in the back, you're wondered and you're frightened Stepping to the Strang, you'll face the thunder and the lightning Awesome, tossing niggas like Steve Austin Niggas get baked like beans that's straight from Boston And my Glocks make shit hot, cops get More nervous than Thursdays on the Box, and Every now and then, a sucker tries to attack Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn Clappaz in the back, so Act like you want the MAC to your grill (What?) Embrace my face, it's kill or be killed [Hook: The Fab 5] (x4) Blah! (Like this) Blah! (Like that) The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz