Gravediggaz - Players' Theme Lyrics
Yo, check it, yo, Frukwan, Sun StarA new category, a new chamber in hip-hopYo, it's called the wise categoryYou know what I'm sayin'?Cause all I do is drop science, ***** the bullshitSo for you wack ass mother*****ersDon't come in my houseThinkin' you runnin' this shitPlayers can't even get withHangin' with the lyrics I spitHit harder then I hitI be the I'll wild keeper, creep with suchPack a punch, yum yum, bag chumps for lunchTill the last forgade, the crime that paysCanarse, New York be the home of the braveGot slang and game, brother what's your rankWanna slip me a *****, and I say no thanksI don't ***** with skeez, don't waste my cheeseCatch me in the street, get in clubs for freeFrukwan be forever, my notes is thickSick just like a lunatic *****in' with thisGot a million plus fans, bars and hooksClaws that leave a gash, cash in the stashTwin berettas, armoretta's laced in the sweaterSculptin' my craft like Egyptian mathKing of the king kings with the crips and rightSwing a double edged sword, disrupt your life, whatYo, time or tell, thoughts is goldElevate certain heads if you gots to knowBorn leader, brand the architect by fateSince day one, represented the real duns niggaDon't compare with the truth for thereTry to keep an MC from his destinyWhat I do, how I live, do affect my kidsKnew that before hand, when I crossed the bridgeAlias, a.k.a. all I see in the cruiseDiligents with the bumps and bruiseGive 'em daps, sippin' wine doesn't make me lessBut I'm the villain in the eyes of depress, yo, ***** it, yoYou got mines and I got your backTogether we can bond and cominse attackThink it's all about you, then your bound to fallRemember, take a deep breath, cause you a guest in this houseYo, double my line, quick to takeBrothers know they get jumped when they fake the funkBrothers got scar remains, limited rangePerimeter preach feet scripts, and red cheeseConstant, never in one spot for longGot connects, more then a federal depthThe scope is global reign, hover with the caneTerror with the fright, lot of sleepless nightsHeard it before, sex more beach than whoresBlaze the trail, rip it like Jordan and ScottOne of the few brothers that got flow off topI run you in brother, make you forced to stopThinkin' the trench pot, cause I'm scorchin' hotRugged then the rag times, scrapin' cansThe pressure rise water, made it hot as blastCountin' sheeps yo, that was far from normEverybody wanna duck while I face the storm***** it, I take it head up, my souls directAin't a mother*****in' body, I'll cook the chefLock a mother*****er out, cause I don't need the stress, yo
