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Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap
Rap dudes
Yeah, (laughing)
Yeah, come on motherfka
Yea I gave ya a hour nigg*
But now I want my s**t back
Bring it to ya ass
Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A.
I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass
Motherfka
Lil Fame
Welcome me back b*tch nigg*, 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 nigg* 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 , rip two's on
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 motherfkas gettin carried away
But they fk around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nigg* of the Earth, nigg* of Sea
nigg* 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 mothafka
Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the fk you think you are nigg*? Ron O'Neal? (fk outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (b*tch)
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 fk I am, Fizzy Woe
Magnificent, baby
beat changes
Firing Squad
One of a kind nigg*, top of the line , divine Illest
My
You know my steez nigg*, 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 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 nigg*)
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
nigg*
Ha ha
*several alarms heard*