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[ Lil' Fame ]
Why y'all n****s is sis' to f**k with Lil' Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand put your a** on you
I remind n****s with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush that you felt from the n***a that you hit, now
How many n****s wanna ride with me, collide with me
Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ]
Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
The hand full of n****s that I came with
I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you ever caught me slipping
You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking a** b***h, don't you
My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing'
Before you cats and you a** get deleted

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up n***a

[ Billy Danze ]
Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
(Blaow!) n***a hold that, Juliani can't control that
(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the same cats that blaze dat's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard
So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
With holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back
Damn with it m**********are (Bk!) All day real with it m**********are
I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you f*****g with now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop f*****g with me

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]

[ Lil' Fame ]
It's an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, m**********are bang (Bang!)
It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this s**t
It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this s**t
I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the f**k alone'
In this full blown (blown), b***h,
M. O. P., prepare for the ruckus
And we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers

[ Billy Danze ]
Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out,
Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum)
Ah, there you go, b*****d, murder international, custom main caskets
Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this streetgame is going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old days
We all blaze, we all study criminal ways

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]


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