Anticipation

Lyrics

[Hook: KRS sample - MCs Act Like They Don't Know] (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard [Bridge 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] I'm Top of the Line, realistic, get Rugged Neva Smoove Ring Ding Ring Ding, M.O.P. comin' through Guns N Roses Hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real Say what, say what, say what I'm packin Blue Steel Drama Lord Heistmaster Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska F.A.G's get bust down to they knees M.O.P. To the Death, kid Yeah, cock and squeeze... [Verse 1: Lil Fame] I'm here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues It's time To get rid of you fly talk Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk I make 'em simmer down, whenever I'm in the town And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd I'm dedicated, never been over challenged My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance I whet emcees like Vietnamese But yet they freeze like coke when they provoke me to squeeze Lil Fame represent the turf Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I'm just comin through To a hip-hop spot near you [Hook] (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard [Bridge 2: Billy Danze & Lil Fame] Yo it's the World's Famous Niggas Born to Kill From the Illside of Town So you best get your steel It's ill The street life is real son You shouldn't have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool Stick to Ya Gunz Now Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child Representin for ill crews and Kid, I ain't got Nothin' 2 Lose I been there To my peoples up in them cells Up in them jail Bring it back CLACK-CLACK Salute Raise hell... [Verse 2: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)] I believe you don't (don't), yep (yep) But you can't fuck around (fuck around) It take alot to have actual natural sound (STAND BACK) Motherfucker we didn't leave We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve (Please) We don't roll deep, we squeeze Predict to flip, I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fuckin ship WHAT I feel is WHAT I do And G, I see I might hafta straighten your ass out too I wish I would let a nigga take mine Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line (Hardcore) Raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw Like the late great Prince LeRoy (Yeah) When my nigga was on the scene More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine (From the ill parks) Fool, where the steel start to ruckus Kill a whole heap of you you motherfuckers... [Hook] (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard (This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore) Firing Squad, firing hard