Gravediggaz - Players' Theme

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