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Yo c'mon son Yo they killin em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word Y'all better c'mon Yo wake up son They dyin son Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up C'mon It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round It's not man holding ground with dope sound We gots to ask Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill When you know that Broke Bill can still See right through your plastic ass Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy Before death left, and fame had his way The town: Brownsville The place: The Ill Follow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks The Marks: Home of the warrior thrown home Our true thugs that's dead and gone In the hills most effective chrome Return to these graves Showin youngsters what I'm facin Cause we had trouble We been strugglin since single shot gauges That's straight ghetto bad luck But, I done passed up more shit Than you may ever touch What, we on sacred grounds Without the guidance of our fathers All we know is how to double clutch revolvers Me and my own staff flaunt a different path I'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highness The finest of kickin half Honest to god, I'm layin down my card It's been hard, for too many years Blood sweat and tears These 3 words (Man got somethin to say) Blood, sweat, tears (MOP Family) These 3 words (We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone) Blood, sweat, tears (We comin all the way from New York City, hear me out) These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears Go head nigga A whole lot changed since my brother left (I can feel you baby) And since my mother's death (I can feel you baby) But as time past, I could see my life flash Leavin the body and there's no breath (I can feel ya) I chose not to let my beretta swing Cause I'm a veteran And I'm livin for the better things It's cold-hearted B Check the majority of blacks They slingin crack, livin in poverty (True life testament) What you gotta do is live what your life give And make the best of it (Try to see the rest of it) Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets And death's most definate (Blood) Is for the brothers that died The mothers that cried The brothers that tried All we do is (Sweat) Steady puttin to work Handling dirt Holding your turf We all shed (Tears) For the loved ones The thug ones And all deceased peers And while these other cats play hard Im'a praise god And thank god that I'm here Blood sweat and tears These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (Birella) These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (21 gun salute) Ghetto nigga Street nigga House nigga We all niggas Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes You put down yours But Im'a keep mine Im'a keep mine nigga Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody So nobody gonna take my shit from me So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight I be down here with my niggas Underground Dirty Holdin mine House nigga Blood sweat and tears Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears |
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Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out
Verse one: O.C. Now check this motherfucking capo right here Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip We gon' jam when its time to blast! Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit With this ten-man clique Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit And if you ever think it can't happen to you You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE (Come on) Chorus: Flatbush *cut and scratched* --Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) "Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching* Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all" ?? *cut and scratched* --East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Verse two: Lil' Fame I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole up This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude (Try to act rude) Play the mascott With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill That whole shit was animation, immitation When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s Flippin this track with O.C. Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga! Chorus Verse three: Billy Danze Hot damn! Danze shot your head Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on Put the rest of that shit in the bag I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that's next to me (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill *pause* I told ya, I'm real! And I've been doing a double danly Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me) Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing *scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" |
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Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap Rap dudes Yeah, (laughing) Yeah, come on motherfucka Yea I gave ya a hour nigga But now I want my shit back Bring it to ya ass Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A. I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass Motherfucka [Lil Fame] Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash) No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool Any and every individual, this can happen too We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (fuck outta here) All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (bitch) What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo? And when it jump off don't ask did he know Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe Magnificent, baby [beat changes] Firing Squad One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas Illest My niggas You know my steez nigga, you know my steez M.O.P., Fizzy Woe [Billy Danze] Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin born and raised That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze (First Family) Suffer for days (come on) And we inheritin them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team By the time I was thirteen (thirteen) I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line (Soldier Boy) Rapid fire the greatest of all time We 'em dance, waitin for Shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga) I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know I exist; that's why my point is gettin missed I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros [Laughing] Nigga Ha ha *several alarms heard* |
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Holler the f**k out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with Hydro. Uh, uh, uh... Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the f**k? I pray for their day, no luck They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what? To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changed Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! really And lookin at me strange, what the deally? All or nothin, why I'm in this But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business! F**k the fake friendships and the second chances I got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze's Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em Chorus: Billy Danze: So where we at? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Where? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Yeah (LET THEM NIGGAS KNOW WHAT THIS IS) Lil' Fame: I send my goons at to get ya Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya M.O.P.: My kinda nigga! *repeat* [Lil' Fame] There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves Slap Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap? Nothin smooth about these motherf**kin rough rats With potholes in em, f**k around and lose a hubcap I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers (My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain't nobody seein em M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass My niggas! Fly niggas! Live! Don't try! Do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad Still firing hard (My kinda nigga) Chorus [Billy Danze] Let's put this motherf**king shit in order Everybody face me, this won't take long I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock I'm warning y'all, I'm Billy, I'm ready to pop (Stop) Before they lay your body on ice I'll a make an ugly and this motherf**ker soldier be nice I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine (Watch em work) That's right, notice what I'm workin with The Hell-raising, gun-blazin Berkuance Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels (Dominated) by true school rules Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape Before I go, I need to know if my niggas is straight (Hold me down) Who that? (First Fam) Where you at? (In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. Firing Squad, nigga. To the life! |
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Chorus: Freddie Foxxx What's mine's I love and I fight push to shove Hand to hand but you can't stop the love You push to impress and I leave you with less It's real love for the mics that I bless no quest' *repeat* [Lil' Fame] Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young nigga Don't get it fucked up cause I move with them thug niggas From old ? to life we straight sparkin light Bring light to the darkest nights (M) Blast (O) Blast, P in your area Make a move and them cats might bury ya Now that your trapped and your fuckin with thugs Let me tell your punk ass what I love I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club I love, when a slug cat shut down And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down I love, trying to reach all parts of the map On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back I love, cats that rap and still drip checks Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple X Chorus [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, you know what I love (What's that?) It's when motherfuckers assume That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!) Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin room (Niggas is gone) Nah, not just yet I need to see you son of a bitches sweat (I love) What I got, son, my shit is prop', son With Prem' in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun (Stop son!) Here is the ultimate Somethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my shit (I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that's deep Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff) Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression The lesson: I advise if your not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack I love seeing emcees struggle to make themselves something that us real niggas love to hate It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my ?fours? Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, nigga I love the feeling, and the rush that I get From ?Sam? run the Rolex watch with the diamond begets I love, how my life was intact without a deal How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow Soft niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snow I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes Its a luxury to see me emcee Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality I love, when you niggas claim to be great knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this? Niggas bustin shots on New York, I get my vest on Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on Loan soldier standin on the front line, I fear none Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none You niggs ain't no real emcee's You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees So I love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at me I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me I feel the hits from your rounds Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down *echoes* [Lil' Fame] Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on! Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas that don't know, when I crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhere you can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. With hot slugs at both sides. Split your back open wide. Niggas from the East Side |
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"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live." [Guru] Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap Word to Laze, big schools and big gats You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all We got credentials galore, f**k a small vending tour Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots And brave cops, protect the community While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you question my behavior? Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don't care what these beats my do We'll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P. Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! Chorus: Holdin it down Phony ass rappers Dead serious Finish em (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war Heavy artillery, in my vicinty *repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.* [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma And travle miles of road to unload this hammer (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze I won't stress the blazin But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit Like Windy Williams till you f**kers bury me (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga? (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! Chorus [Lil' Fame] Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit I used to go to jams, and drop grammar Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!) Sure nuff, shit got rowdy Dumped off my first clip at a house party I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear But f**k the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right) And the shit gon' benefit the trade I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad Even have you smooth niggas f**kin up yours shoes and your outfit I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) Act like you know what I'm about, Salute! Chorus |
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Firing Squad! Uh, First Family Top notch nigga BD, uh [Billy Danze] I used to have so much confidence in myself But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal And words won't express the way a man William feel I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above The world (to see a better day) Please my children need, and I can't find a fuckin way What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see the M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry keep fucking wit me So I brought my cousins wit me >From now on they gon be thuggin wit me Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty First Family, royalty, holla! CHORUS 2X: Fame and Bill Danze How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! Ha Ha! [Lil Fame] This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin Stand face to me, no more runnin Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic Rap track flippin acrobatic Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade To the death, til the Firng Squad, cop the next tape Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws Thuggin, wit guns in they draws Go against the grain, break all laws And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra Brooklyn, brainiest, blast Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past Sound, pound, make you wanna bark Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon! CHORUS 2X [Billy Danze] (It's the Firing Squad assassins) Ghetto blastin Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion (Criminal passion) Top of the line It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine (Take a life son) Fuck that! You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered You heard I was, raised with the elements It's William, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence I'm from the Ville, (that's home) I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam [Lil Fame] Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here (We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated R Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker CHORUS 2X heh heh, how many niggas Ride wit us Can you ride Firing Squad nigga Yeah! Wit us! First Family, murder Top notch nigga You know the rules of the motherfucking game C'mon! |
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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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A big city baby
Time to bend on some shit Yall people dont understand That shit is real out here Im a tell yall a story Now this story didnt happen too long ago And it wasnt that far away Its about some real niggas Niggas doin real things aight So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this Chapter one [ Lil Fame ] I was a young child lost went to church on Sundays Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay I was a good boy respect my mommy Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny Felt good as a young nigga Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles But spoke real, was a tradition, Brownsville That was the first chapter, passin these stages But the book is wider and its a lot more pages The game changed, people got foul And the same little chuch boy is buckwild Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine And one five four five, totin four fives I kept dreams of being a rap dude But I know the streets too well so I pack tools I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets And lost a lot of loved ones over beef That goes to show these streets haunt ya Look what society created now, a monsta [ chorus: M.O.P. ] My day and age was a different role Its when a slug take a niggas soul (Slug take a niggas soul) Follow your dreams and follow your goals Cause who knows what the future holds? (Who knows what the future holds?) Our man died and was left cold Because a slug took the niggas soul (Slug took the niggas soul) Follow your dreams and follow your goals Cause who knows what your future holds (This is what your future holds) [Billy Danze] I wish somebody would lend a hand So they could see how I fell inside Im on an emotional roller coaster ride Nothing to hide A long time ago I set aside my pride And used my past as a ghetto guide A few good men died, several wept stood beside me So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me You know where you can find me Out on the back blocks Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots Its just a hobby And since I was a baby Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me ( He who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets ) I know thats deep But I still shed tears for my mother, two years After shed been laid to rest And still some things I need to chisel off my chest My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother Ten years after his death I know theres nothin left So Im forced to take a deep breath Before I attempt to take another step A lot of brothas slept A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told This is what your future holds [ chorus ] So there you have it You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit Talkin about cars, jewels, and money But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit Some of us may never see tomorrow So my niggas Dont you never dont you ever forget where you come from Salute M.O.P. for life baby |
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Chorus: Treach
Till death do us, can't move us We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter Holler if you hear this, realness Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin steal shit [Billy Danze] Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff] Raised hell to alot of different degrees And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms To flare arms, whenever we fear harm It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool Come to teach the new school, true school jewels I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude I makes my own motherfuckin rules So what's it gonna be, let me know Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go And we foul to eliminate these habits And the best way is to eliminate these faggots All disrespect attended To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented And I'm no stranger, to danger Dance with a strange man in a field with anger Now ain't that ghetto, for ya Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas Chorus Hook: Treach Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild *repeated* [Lil Fame] Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.] See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot Took alot, never took a shot God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an' Reminisce on them feels I was bringin Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me [Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga Chorus [Treach] You did ya hit you had to do most Five minutes and you go Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax What, with M.O.P. (several names and shit shouted out) Chorus Hook Yea, salute, salute |
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Chorus: Lil' Fame
Primetime (New York, New York) That's the place where the soldiers die (New York, New York) That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New York, New York) That's the niggas that multiply (New York, New York) [Lil' Fame] (Billy Danze) Yo, where you from, nigga? (New York) When you come through here (Fool, take your jewels off) Cause these niggas is known for (Bumpin fools off) And they takin over (If your crew's off) You got thugs with machines, assault teams Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest Boriquas for heaters (Down to bust) And them New Jers' niggas is down with us I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms And sick terrorists with bombs And, when you slide through on the VI, son Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time Chorus: Billy Danze [Billy Danze] Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95 Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, "Let's ride" Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr It ain't to far once you into VA Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way Keep your ??, so the man won't trap you Now leadin the convoy to the Big Apple! Tell your homies, "Fuck that thing" dip in the left lane Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane You in Deleware, you almost hear The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there (right there) Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks Chorus: Lil' Fame and Billy Danze Home, sweet home, nigga. Home team, nigga. Home team. Your home nigga, your home, nigga. Come on back. Come on back. Mash Out Posse. Firing Squad. ?9, baby, ?9. Hiphop. Lock it down. One time for your mind. Salute, salute. First Family. |
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