"I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something."
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Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
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We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ
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(Don't try) NIGGAZ
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Do or DIE NIGGAZ
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Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA
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One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA
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*repeat*
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Verse one: Lil Fame'
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We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack!
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To the history of rap
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From the history, of street misery
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The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
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(William and) Womack, pa
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It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
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The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
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(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
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What it look like, when they on the pipe?
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Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night
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(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
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Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread
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When you down and out, people turn they back at you
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Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
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I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
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I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
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Hold that down,
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As I step off, no frown
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Keep that pretty smile, like always
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Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
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But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
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I got family from CI to B'ville
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We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real
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(Now slide) Slide
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Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide
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Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)
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*change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)*
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Verse two: Billy Danze
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Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance)
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From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit
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Watch these real niggaz, move crowds
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While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed
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I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie
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I've always been afraid to die
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(So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first
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I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse
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When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at
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(First Family!) , you know where my love's at
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Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears
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Here to a hundred years
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We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
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We dedicated to dominating the same shit
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Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do
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(You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew
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If I'm after you, it's on
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Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
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(Come on!) So now you remember me
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It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD
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Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze*
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Verse three:
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Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased
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*pause* REST IN PEACE
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Ya', (Ya') Still with me
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And I still keep old feel with me
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I'm dedicated to the game
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Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain
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A Brooklyn ?fugitive?
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I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner
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Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines
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(The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
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You know my name, I've been trained to flip
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From the environment where they be firing whole clips
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So tell your man stop flinchin
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Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin
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(Firing Squad) With the same tale
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(The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes*
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*beat to fade*
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My Nigga Hillfigga
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M.O.P. |