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[ Billy Danzenie ]
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, you best manage to chill And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer' I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet Go get your muthafuckin hammer And act like you want drama I send a message to your mama 'Hello, do you know your one son left? I had license to kill and he had been marked for death He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome I left him stiffer than a tombstone' [ Li'l Fame ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal A rugged underground freestyler Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet When I let off, it's a burning desire Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire For the cause I drop niggas like drawers Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's I'm talkin titles when it's showtime Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line I bust words in my verse that'll serve Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs I ain't about givin niggas a chance And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance Front, I make it a thrill to kill Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more (Yeah!) [ Billy Danzenie ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) [ VERSE 3: Billy Danzenie ] Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother I gets dough from the way I flow And before I go You muthafuckas gonna know That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick I squeeze when I'm stressed Them teflons'll tear through your vest I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half) You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.) B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e n-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie (Knock, knock) Who's there? (Li'l Fame) Li'l Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your nigga) Boom! Ease up off the trigger It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights Together we bring the ruckus, right? We trump tight, aight? I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title (7 fuckin 30) that means I'm homicidal [ Li'l Fame ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) [ VERSE 4: Li'l Fame ] Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster Niggas get excited, but don't excite me Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads where the white be Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets I ain't a phoney, I put the 'mack' in a -roni I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie) Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o I'm catchin other niggas peepin, shit, I ain't sleepin I roll deep like a muthafuckin Puerto-Rican So when I write my competition looks sadly For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey I got shit for niggas that roll bold Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul I'ma kill em before I duck em Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em [ Li'l Fame ] Knowmsayin? Li'l Fame up in this muthafucka Givin shoutouts to my man D/R Period [Name] Lazy Laz My man Broke Ass Moe The whole Saratoga Ave. Youknowmsayin? Representin for Brooklyn Most of all my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace [ Billy Danzenie ] Danzenie up in this muthafucka I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P. Brooklyn, period Them niggas that just don't give a fuck [ O.G. Bu-Bang Bet yo ass, nigga Hey yo, this muthafuckin Babyface [Name] Aka O.G. Bu-Bang Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin M.O.P. boyyeee |
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Check, check, check
Chorus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel Rah*echoes* Verse one: Lil' Fame What the rawdog feelin? An author like, Terry McMillan The cat that, maniac My fam dark as death in less than a minute (The world stop spinnin) The Rapid FIRING SQUAD Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill) Loud wires and bombs, firing arms Look, we all for it Its the dutch burning herbalice Gallon drinkin alcoholics Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out Kept it real ever since the first jam came out FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out Chorus Verse two: Billy Danze You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did) WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!) I'm hopin that your focused on the side Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore You don't listen. See, gee I'm on a mission. Look, be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can't change!) The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin (Retality's real) Fatality's ill When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal (Clap, clap) Get your gat (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back Chorus Verse Three: Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here Dog its' all clear Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare Then the wanna doubt The Kid Who analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin out of it Explode quicker than landmines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides Bump this in your Lex coupe Or your Lex hoop Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute (The Crew) Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few) A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot) Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS Slangin out hollow slugs (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today) I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues* *beat comes back in* |
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"I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ (Don't try) NIGGAZ Do or DIE NIGGAZ Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA *repeat* Verse one: Lil Fame' We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack! To the history of rap From the history, of street misery The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese (William and) Womack, pa It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa The Hill is still real, we own that, pa (Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa What it look like, when they on the pipe? Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night (Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread When you down and out, people turn they back at you Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude Hold that down, As I step off, no frown Keep that pretty smile, like always Some people getting fucked up in these raw days But they can be left to stretch in they hallways I got family from CI to B'ville We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real (Now slide) Slide Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame) *change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)* Verse two: Billy Danze Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance) From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit Watch these real niggaz, move crowds While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie I've always been afraid to die (So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at (First Family!) , you know where my love's at Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears Here to a hundred years We won't change or switch or aim or pitch! We dedicated to dominating the same shit Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do (You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew If I'm after you, it's on Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone (Come on!) So now you remember me It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze* Verse three: Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased *pause* REST IN PEACE Ya', (Ya') Still with me And I still keep old feel with me I'm dedicated to the game Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain A Brooklyn ?fugitive? I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines (The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes You know my name, I've been trained to flip From the environment where they be firing whole clips So tell your man stop flinchin Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin (Firing Squad) With the same tale (The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes* *beat to fade* |
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[Lil' Fame]
Seventy-five Raised on a strip called here brotha hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers We're losin' it Four fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit We're provin' it Let it be known if retaliation Home-skillet - it's on That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga First family gone brawl It's president's resident, and I'm the first dog You know the M.O.P status In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest Word to the mommy, any fool try me Get hit wit the lami, fuck Giuliani Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage Come on You're all welcome to hell's roadway First family style Buck ass wild What ya say [Billy Danze] Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldier FIRST FAMILY - we're back soldier And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS Burkowitz MOB STYLE Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child Crucify me - but don't deny me Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead) With all intentions of droppin' a body I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR That bullshit Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit Chorus 2X: [Teflon] Introducin' the best kept secret It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret Blaze enemies frequent I speak wit authority (Black) Perhaps through four to be Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly The gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke Raised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me Keep my grip steady Squeeze till they drop off Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy Blowin some high-tech shit Through your projects Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect I wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie We don't respects by Half-ass niggas Blast niggas Gas niggas who won't blast The sect die All: 2X Just when you thought it was safe The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) [Jay-Z] Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck Two asked quick for bastards to step to Leave wounds too drastic for rescue When I rock jewels it ain't to impress you What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo' I'm real - how you think I got rich ho? Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go I got enough paper to get low Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it Who am I? JAY-Z motherfucker Do or die IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo Front on us and gats blow ya know? Chorus: 2X motherfucker |
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Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Lil Fame: Take minks off! Take things off! Take chains off! Take rings off! Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! (Ante Up!) Everything off! Fool what you want? We stiflin them fools Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!) Billy Danze: Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep rugged dress code Always in this stress mode (That shit will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill Chorus: Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Lil Fame: Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make em envy You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool! If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money Billy Danze: The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin these childish games with me Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga Chorus Lil Fame: I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) Billy Danze: Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance Cuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona! I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord! Chorus Outro: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... The fuck, the fuck, the fuck... Nigga! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... Ha, what First Family, First Family... Brooklyn... Yeah! |
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"World... world... world... world..."
Whattup? Aight? Whattup whattup whattup niggy? It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) doin our thang Recruitin and salutin real niggaz like Wu bang (salute!) Billy Danze, hard to notice when I'm mellow Makin moves smoother than Jimmy Fingers in Good-fellow Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin you, blastin you, takin your stash from you Internat-ional, bell ringa ruckus bringa (Downtown Swinga) exercisin my index finga Sayin 'Whassup?' to the people that though we'd desert em "Hardcore" was raw but we got more to hurt em Firing Squad all up in your district (last album was foul) but yet some missed it, bet they gon' get with this shit (Who's in the house?) It's the last generation Real ill niggaz from the field you'll be facin Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how ya like us now? (Bucka-Bucka-Bla-Blucka-Bla-Blucka-Bucka-BLAOW!) It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give villains Vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt The M (BLAOW) O (BLAOW) P still bangin What's strange ain't nuttin changed, them bells still rangin You wanna be drug dealing, fuck killing, wack rappers are foul And plus that shit you talk is out of bounds Ask yourself is you ready for action packed in Gettin blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in I'm outspoken, niggaz Language is Broken Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promotin See me knowin me G I drop physical science This lethal rap appliance'll fuck up your whole alliance This is the way we BRING THINGS, check out how we SWING THINGS M.O.P. be having shit jumping way up in Sing-Sing A new star is born, peace to Teflon I'ma blow up the East when we release the bomb It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* Same niggaz got my back and Still blue steel we're packin Same hardcore raps and still focused on makin it happen, WHATTUP? They wanna see us tell em hold on M.O.P. is back and, that's one to grow on The four pound move, rugged rounds that down fools Rough enough to make the whole fuckin ground move Representin and it ain't playin War Games With nuttin to lose I put him on snooze and blow out his brains (Lil' Fame!) Kick back and watch how it go down We here so beware, prepare for the throwdown Crooklyn Crooks, is the ones that blew em We live in it so I'ma give it to em Bring it to em raw (that's how you bring it) Bring it to em raw (let the real nigga swing it) Bring it to em raw Give it to em ruff rugged and fat Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* |
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Billy Danze:
a yo what up sport, guess who back on the scene The human being cannon with the infrared beam before the song move on i'm lettin you know i'm still in the ville and i'm still lettin it go So yo, Crews with your official rap dues got genovese sayin who the fuck is that dude the family its M.O.P. the world famous D-A-N-Z-INIE usde your lethal and a swift never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame bringin back, hardcore raps to the atmosphere me and my man makin hits with premier you faggots ain't doin it right, so here's the ??? from the FIRING SQUAD!, we're trigga nigga stripes i'm fishin the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right my niggas is tight downtown swinga! chorus I'M INTERNATIONAL! bell ringin INternational! downtown swingin I'M INTERNATIONAL! bell ringin INTERNATIONAL! downtown swingin lil' fame CROOKLYN! thats where it happen at nigga true, bonafied thoroughbred hilfigga CODE NAME! fizzy womack breakin shakles,tackle yo ass like bo jack its goin down i'm feelin it, thrilin it killin it ITS OVER! one soldier that moves militant its lil fame ????? so when i die make sure you bury me with a cassette of to tha death its time to face you, LACE YOU!, erase you, the movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you I'M INTERNATIONAL! bell ringin INTERNATIONAL! downtown swingin, comin to bust gats when i bust raps i keep heads bobbin' doin this for crooklyn mobbin and robbin STRUGGLIN, slingin that crack rock JUGGLIN, keepin then crack spots bubblin DOWNTOWN SWINGA! chorus lil fame: i'm ready wiling and i'm able records run worldwide like cable with rough sales to shut down your whole record label commin at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum M.O.P COMMIN AT THEM! makin soloist acts and rap crews retire we bring it to em raw and my squad start to fire its a gunman's festival still turnin all fools to vegetables you fuckin wit professionals billy danze: my people desire the line of fire, kid its to options you either get the fuck up out of dodge or get to poppin i'm stoppin herbs from rockin, FAKE HIP HOPPIN gangster boy boppin is fuckin up the game i and fame claim downtown is on the underworlds pearls settin on the throne ITS ON!, and you niggas be killin me facin relativity you can see the DOWNTOWN SWINGAS! |
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| 4:03 |
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*Cold as ice; you know that you are
*Cold as ice; as cold as ice to me! *Cold as ice...* Yeah, hahaahaha, OHHHH SHIT! *You're as cold as ice* YEAH!! *You're willing to sacrifice* Word the fuck UP! *You're as cold as ice* You're ICE! *You're willing to sacrifice* First Family *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* I'd like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill See I'm for real When delivering these M.O.P. tactics, I'll bury you bastards I custom make caskets The B.G. (told ya nigga) the Y.G. (soldier nigga) Even the O.G. (cobra nigga) told ya, nigga I may come with my gun in my hand to make sure, you motherfuckers understand Pardon me! How the fuck you gonna start with me? I'm a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for "mop" and shit Don't, don't, DON'T get it twisted I told you that we top of the line designed realistic For instance, MASH OUT POSSE will come through and clear yo' ass out dump and air yo' ass out, CHUMP, we cold *You're as cold as ice* That's right! *You're willing to sacrifice* SHO' NUFF! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* COME ON! *You're as cold as ice* First Family *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes One of the fastest at blasting flashes (BURNT) You seen my work, you know my steez It's a slim chance that I'ma hesitate to squeeze, please Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO) ... and Money bet' not make (?) or I break his ass Subtract his ass when I step through his hood Fuck dropping you, I'm into stopping you for good Stop him if you could *You're as cold as ice* And you'll be, stiff as a log in a suit looking nice Youse a sinner nigga *you're as cold as ice* But you ain't cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya You ain't in my class nigga, I'm the last nigga You gon' fuck around and get blast, sucker ass nigga The soul survivor, survivor sole Nigga you roll, and I roll, let's stroll - I told you that I'm cold! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* Yo, I terrorize guys, (EXERCISE) street formulas At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium Shit, I ain't concerned until it's my turn I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern But not in that form (hell nah) I perform lyrical heatwaves, that'll keep your brain warm But when it's on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up - Toe tag 'em! GOT HIM! Even ballistics won't be able to tell, how the fo'-fo' ragged him Dragged him, halfway down the block Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop *You're as cold as ice* Fuck you! Tell me something new On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews in control - REAL NIGGAZ WON'T FOLD - I told you we were cold *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice*... |
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| 4:33 |
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Chorus: repeat 2X
Represent, show niggaz the deal I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real Cause niggaz were born to kill [Lil Fame] Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfucker I bust off shots at fools To avoid these obstacles I roll deep, me and my nigga Llama With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama Homicide, take a ride in the hearse Enemies out to hit me, but I'ma see em first I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff! Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts My four five turn to a blowtorch It's still cocked! I tried to get away safe You that shit was out of shells I still stuck it in my waist Then my dirt, YEAH, Get murked, YEAH, murder was the case That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now I meditate on flash backs of how it went down It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back It's ill, it's real, but still I feel It's provoke murder nigga I'm born to kill Chorus - 4x [Billy Danze] Yo, it's the case of the state Versus the great one seven one eight Gun slinger from Brownsville Where niggaz were born to kill [LaShonda] Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep You said you was across the street laying with the heat [Billy Danze] What? That bitch lying Heres a cocksucker I never heard of I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder When Mr. Gonzalez stretched in the mud I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up Therefore I'm innocent! [LaShonda] Mad shells were split [Billy Danze] They ain't mine I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine This shit is crazy Would you please contact Lazy Tell him I need an attorney To ride with me on this mother fucking journey Now ten months later after being indicted Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it I'ma fight it Me and the TRU boy lay back after D.A. spoke Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke Stepped over the judges crown Stepped on the D.A.s ground Looked at the snitch with a frown Went to the jury and got down Seventy-two hours later Creeping on some playing no more shit Toting the same glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit As I... Chorus - 4x |
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| 3:33 |
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Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed! Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now What you want now? What you want now? What you want now? What you want now? What you want now? What you want now? What you want now? What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool! They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels 'fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down STOP IT You frontin like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass! My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it! BUCK BUCK See motherfucker we don't play with that shit And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit! You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February I take your show money OHH! take your 'dro money OHH! Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money! For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry so they can come and take - all your money Wish I could bring Pun back BLAOW! Bitch, run that! BLAOW! Bitch, run that! BLAOW! Bitch, run that! So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch She try to spaz out then smack that bitch Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin Remi want them God damn diamonds HUH!! ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up off them God damn diamonds HUH!! ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! Get him get him get him, hit him hit him hit him Yap him ZAP HIM yap him ZAP HIM ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels! ANTE UP!! What? My whole family nuts Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up Make you strip butt-naked Young buck got struck with the gun butt for what? For tryin to tuck the necklace I'm young hungry armed and reckless On the streets with a death wish Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist ANTE UP!! Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty We bang hollows, you misrepresentin the game motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow Hit him hit him hit him, flash the tech Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs Listen.. it's, Lil' Fame right? With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH! Eat deep dirt nigga YEP It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga STEP Easy out the truck punk, fore I leave your ass leakin I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you? ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up off them God damn diamonds HUH!! ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! Get him get him get him, |
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