Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!
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Sssssss..
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[Billy Danze]
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Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons
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and half-steppers don't half-step, without protection
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The rules of the game is, spit first
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until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
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You see a man gon' claim his
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Duke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' ass
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Niggaz see Burke on the conduit
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in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick
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Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun)
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There'll never be a boo that understand what we got son
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We've been down a long time
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I'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline
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BOM-BURST two times on top of the line
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You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
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We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal
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you could still shop for the 'Ville
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[Lil' Fame]
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Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop
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and the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hot
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Keep the heat real close cause it's, dangerous
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and the, game don't change Fame bang with this
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It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
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of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
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All day, right back at you live
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from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
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I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin
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WHO fuckin with the rapper dude?
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Don't even GOOO THERE
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I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)
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N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.
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We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet
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Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
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(M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+
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[Billy Danze]
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Hey yo the game don't change only the players
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I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers
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We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)
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Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
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Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
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Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
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Can't nobody change my two step
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I'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em
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[Lil' Fame]
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What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned
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Slugs flyin you realizin that it's your turn
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Didn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM
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(BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!
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Them goons was hot on ya!
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Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin
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til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga
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Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze!
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On the Front Line
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M.O.P. |