1 - The Fab 5 is a Hip Hop group, consisting of Heltah S… Read Full Bio ↴Two Artists
1 - The Fab 5 is a Hip Hop group, consisting of Heltah Skeltah (Rock and Ruck) and O.G.C. (Starang Wondah, Louieville Sluggah and Top Dog). The group joined the Boot Camp Clik and signed a record deal with Duck Down Records in 1995. They released their debut single "Blah" b/w "Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka" later that year, with the B-Side "Leflah" becoming a surprise Billboard Hot 100 hit in 1995. The two groups split up to release separate debut albums in 1996, with Heltah Skeltah dropping Nocturnal in June (including "Leflah"), and O.G.C. dropping Da Storm in October. Da Storm did not feature a Fab 5 track, and neither did Heltah Skeltah's 1998 second album Magnum Force. The next "Fab 5" track came on O.G.C.'s 1999 second effort The M-Pire Shrikez Back, on the song "Dirtiest Players in the Game", which was supposed to serve as a prelude to a full-length Fab 5 album. Multiple Duck Down Records releases noted plans for a Fab 5 album in the liner notes, with the album being named either Simply Fabulous or Without the Freddy. The album was never released, due to Rock leaving Duck Down Records in 1999 in pursuit of a solo career. All five took part in the latest Boot Camp Clik album The Last Stand, released July 18, 2006.
2 - Fab 5, formed in 1970, is Jamaica's pre eminent popular band, whether measured by record sales at home, hits on the charts, frequency of engagements or major awards won over the years.
Their first recording, "Come Back And Stay", was number one in Jamaica, and in their first year on the road, and for the following two years, they won the only available awards, the Swing Awards for best band of 1971-72, 1972-73 and 1973-74. They also took the El Suzie Award as Joint Top Road and Dance Band for 1975-76 and the RJR Listeners' Award for Best Band in 1980.
They backed Johnny Nash on all the reggae cuts comprising most of his platinum album "I Can See Clearly Now". Two singles from that album, "Guava Jelly" and "Stir It Up", established Bob Marley as a major songwriter on the international scene.
Fab 5 have enjoyed an endless succession of hits in Jamaica and the "ethnic" markets of North America.
In their early years such songs as "Chirpy Cheep", "Shaving Cream", "Oh, Dad" and "Love Me For A Reason", and their musicality and showmanship made Fab 5 the rage on the dance and show circuits.
More recently, they have been kept on top by the likes of "Yu Safe", "Ring Road Jam", "Feeling Horny", "Computer Mad", "What The Police High Command Can Do", "Jamaican Woman", "Psalms", "All Night Party", "Mini", "Sweat", "Don't Wear None", "Freeze", "Good Buddy", "Mango" and their "Live" series.
Their nineteen albums have been as successful as their singles, and their multi award winning soca album "Yu Safe" was probably the most popular album produced in Jamaica in the decade of the '80s. A CD of some of their biggest hits β "Fab 5 Greatest Hits" has recently been released along with five of their newest CD albums - "Good Buddy," the massively successful "Fab 5 Live - The Ultimate Vintage Jamaican Party Mix ... Part 1" and the equally successful follow-upsββ¦Part 2β and ββ¦Part 3β as well as their soca smash "Shape". βDugu-Duguβ their all-reggae release preceded their all-ska album βSka Timeβ proving once more the bandβs versatility.
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Fab 5 Lyrics
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I'm a professional
I'm a professional...
[Top Dog]
You must be blind and deaf
To think that you can test
Originoo Gunn Clappz 2 to yo chest
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 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
Batty bwoy gwan dead
[Ruck]
Time for some action
Dick in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like Toni Braxton
I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the Ruck just laugh at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I'll drill styles that keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked
When they try to quote the notes that be -I-G Ruck wrote
So ah make way for the master blaster
Who blast past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh
Chorus:
BLAH! like this
BLAH! like that
The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
BLAH! like this
BLAH! like that
The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
BLAH! like this
BLAH! like that
The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
[Louieville Sluggah]
Well it's the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka
Straight outta Bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, Bootcamp always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas
And Smif(Smif) to the Wessun(Wessun) got our backs
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap
Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face
You punk pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The truth you shoulda let loose
(Chorus)
[Rock]
Ayo, go get your boys
Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it
(Fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted
That nigga Rock still livin' ill
I will kill at will
And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, tell em sam)
Nah, man that be my grandpops
I slam cops for Glocks
And buck shots all over your block
I can't believe there really be non-believers
Who want to see the Rock give 'em Growing Pains like Mike Seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. Inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
So act up, we strapped
(WHAT!)
Boot Camp's thick in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit
[Starang]
Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
Fuck around and get that ass bust
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened
Fuckin with the Starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin' 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 sucka trys to attack
Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn Clappaz in the back
So act, like you want the Mac to ya grill
Embrace my face it's kill or be killed
(Chorus)
Like this like this like this like this like this like that
It's the Heltah Skeltah Gunn Clappaz
Blah this, Blah that, like this like that...
The Fab 5's song Blah is a hardcore hip-hop track with aggressive lyrics referencing violence, drugs and intimidation tactics. The repeated phrase 'I'm a professional' hints at the group's experience and proficiency in these areas. It is a vernacular exaggeration of their identity as successful lyricists and rappers with street credibility.
The first verse by Top Dog consists of a warning to their opposition that they have no chance in testing Originoo Gunn Clappz 2, one of the group's most successful albums. The lyrics suggest that Bucktown, their hometown and the hub of their influence, is not safe for those who would cross them. The use of gunshot sound effects accentuates their message of violence.
Ruck's verse follows in the same vein, boasting about his skill with a gun and his lyrical prowess. He alludes to smoking marijuana and uses aggressive language to establish dominance. The chorus, which is repeated frequently, emphasizes their group name and reputation for violence, juxtaposed with the simple word 'blah' to create an ironic effect.
Overall, the lyrics of Blah are a reflection of the aggressive style of early 90s hip hop, with strong political undertones indicating the group's desire to assert their collective identity and establish themselves as forces to be reckoned with.
Line by Line Meaning
You must be blind and deaf
You must be ignorant to challenge us
To think that you can test
To think that you can beat us
Originoo Gunn Clappz 2 to yo chest
We'll shoot you with our guns
(Pumm! Pumm!)
The sound guns make
May the buddha bless you where they rest you
May you rest in peace
Underground, where you hear the sound
We come from the underground hip hop scene
BUCKTOWN!
Our hometown
Home where we roam
A place we feel comfortable
Pack mad chrome
Carrying a lot of guns
So niggas watch your dome-piece
Watch out for your head
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
Or you might get shot twice in the head
Batty bwoy gwan dead
Bad people die
Time for some action
Time to take action
Dick in yo mouth satisfaction
You enjoying what I'm doing to you
I pull it out you breathe again like Toni Braxton
You gasp for air after I finish
I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
I'm asking questions but I'm shooting people
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the Ruck just laugh at niggas
We're better than other people and we laugh about it
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
I can rap and kill with guns
So I'll drill styles that keep the mine filled
I'll keep my skills sharp
Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked
We smoke weed and weak people get hurt
When they try to quote the notes that be -I-G Ruck wrote
When others try to copy our music
So ah make way for the master blaster
We are the best
Who blast past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh
We are good because our music is perfect
BLAH! like this
Acting violently
BLAH! like that
Acting violently
The Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
Our group
Well it's the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka
I'm Louieville Sluggah
Straight outta Bucktown!
I'm from Bucktown
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
Our group is serious and dangerous
Times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
We need protection because things are tough
To block the body scars, Bootcamp always stand in charge
Our group is always ready to fight
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas
We fight the most dangerous people
All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas
We are small but dangerous
And Smif(Smif) to the Wessun(Wessun) got our backs
Our friends support us
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap
Get your gun, you might get hurt
Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
We'll beat you up until you stop smiling
Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face
Or we'll shoot you twice in the face
You punk pussy, you's a rookie
You're weak and inexperienced
I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll hurt you if you try me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
I'll hurt your face
The truth you shoulda let loose
You should have been honest
Ayo, go get your boys
Get your friends
Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it
Tell them to start a fight if they want one
(Fuck dem niggas!)
I don't like them
Try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted
Try to mess with me
That nigga Rock still livin' ill
I'm still dangerous
I will kill at will
I'll kill anyone I want
And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill
I'll hurt your entire body
(tell em sam, tell em sam)
Agreement with someone else
Nah, man that be my grandpops
Nope, that's just an expression
I slam cops for Glocks
I fight police for my gun
And buck shots all over your block
I'll shoot you
I can't believe there really be non-believers
I can't believe people doubt me
Who want to see the Rock give 'em Growing Pains like Mike Seaver
People will get hurt if they fight me
(nah mean)
You know what I mean
Mr. Inflicksta will jack ya
I'll rob you
rolling with the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
I'm with my friends
So act up, we strapped
Cause trouble and you'll get hurt
(WHAT!)
Surprised agreement
Boot Camp's thick in this bitch
We're a strong group
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit
Protect your head or you'll get hurt
Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
Our enemies will get hurt
Fuck around and get that ass bust
You'll get hurt if you mess around
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened
You're scared
Fuckin with the Starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin
You'll face my wrath
Awesome, tossin' niggas like Steve Austin
I'm physically strong and can fight well
Niggas get baked like beans that's straight from Boston
You'll get hurt and die
And my Glocks make shit hot, cops get
I have guns and it attracts attention from the police
More nervous than Thursdays on the Box
More nervous than watching TV on Thursdays
And every now and then a sucka trys to attack
Sometimes people try to hurt us
Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn Clappaz in the back
Our group has different roles
So act, like you want the Mac to ya grill
Fight me if you dare
Embrace my face it's kill or be killed
I'll hurt you if you try to hurt me
(Chorus)
Repeat of the previous violent refrain
Like this like this like this like this like this like that
Violent repetition
It's the Heltah Skeltah Gunn Clappaz
Our group again
Blah this, Blah that, like this like that...
More violence
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@shanalpay
This is real hip hop, kids. Β OGC, Heltah Skeltah, Buckshot, BCC, Smif N Wesson, Fab 5, and don't forget Black Moon, Group Home, & Gang Starr. RIP Guru. Word is bon jovi.
@superdad3078
Yeah tell em cause I don't think they know.
@garysimcock9816
Pure love
@jani16318
Forgot reprezentetivz
@rizednb
so lucky to have been a teenager in the golden era! Ill educate my son with real music.. r.i.p price
@depthsofmymind4492
I 100% agree!!!!
@brianlatham400
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@ricsmith5730
I'm blastin, people who laughed at my sequel, he who mess with the Ruckus must recognize that I'm lethal... RIP P!
@donnellanderson7822
This needs to be on streaming services! That fab 5 maxi single I remember buying in college!
@gorillas213
Unimaginable heartburn. My favorite emcee of all time. Not only a brilliant emcee but hysterically funny and down to earth. My condolences go out to his wife children and the entire boot camp family. You will truly be missed