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Come on! Ooh..
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[Lil Fame]
Why yall niggas is sis to fuck with Lil Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real game
Ill blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you
I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas 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 niggas that I came with
I aint tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you ever caught me slipping
You will stop me, wont you, pop me, wont you
But you know Ill whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, dont you
My family strong, your mams dont need so stop breathing
before you cats and you ass get deleted

[Chorus x2]
Look, aint nobody stoppin this here
Youll see it, its on and poppin this year
Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga

[Billy Danze]
Stand up faggot, Ill let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani cant control that
(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the same cats that blaze DATs on the boulevard
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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 motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
Im not your average, Im from a block where they trap cops
And made em holler ten-thirteen
Its the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking with now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
< br>[Chorus x2]

[Lil Fame]
Its an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
Its the streets in me, and me, Im staying tuned to this shit
Its music to my ears, Im immune to this shit
Im suffering, from a disease called Leave me the fuck alone
In this full blown (blown), bitch,
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, bastard, 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 x2]

Nigga!
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Nigga