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M.O.P.
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[Lil Fame]
Im back and Im stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
Im known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when Im spittin, Ima split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
Im still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and Ill break yo ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We dont say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, dont fuck with Fame
Cuz Im a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets Im raised in
Its so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, Ima cut yo ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, Im the American [slash!] pretty boy
HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes cant get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools cant get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!
[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [whats that?]
They dont want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when Im facin situations like this
You dissin? Im hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
Im a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And Im servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon tame me
Im a back block nigga and cant, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, dont blame me
First Family trainee, take whats mine
99 is my time to shine, thats that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, Im ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo, [suckas never played us]
They cant fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch em face to face, they stay in they place
They know Im slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background its your brain on slugs
Now, its a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]
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05.Jan.2004 21:01:50 |
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