Blah
Fab 5 Lyrics


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I'm a professional
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
(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 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...

Overall Meaning

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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Comments from YouTube:

@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

🀘🏾

@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

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