Downtown Swinga ’96

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Danze] Ayo, what up, sport! Guess who's back on the scene (Uh) The human being cannon with the infrared beam Before the song move on, I'm lettin' you know I'm still in the 'ville and I'm still lettin' it go (So, yo!) cruise with your official rap dudes Got the Genovese sayin 'Who the fuck is that dude?' The family! It's M.O.P The world famous D-A-N-Z-INI Use your lethal and a swift Never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame Bringin' back hardcore raps to the atmosphere Me and my man makin' hits with Premier You faggots ain't doin' it right So here's the cup of brew from the Firing Squad, we're trigga nigga stripes I'm fishin' the breeze but please Believe when you come, come right, my niggas is tight Downtown Swinga! [Hook: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! [Verse 2: Lil Fame] (Crooklyn!) That's where it happen at, nigga (True) Bonafide thorough-bred Hillfigga (Code name) Fizzy Womack Breakin shackles, tackle your ass like Bo Jack Its goin' down, I'm, feelin' it, drillin' it, killin' it It's over! One soldier that move militant It's Lil Fame, Danze and Tef So when I die make sure you bury me with a cassette of To the Death Its time to face you, lace you, erase you The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin', comin' to bust gats When I bust raps, I keep heads bobbin' Doin' this for Brooklyn crooks mobbin' and robbin' (Strugglin') Slingin' that crack rock, jugglin' Keepin' them crack spots bubblin' Downtown Swinga! [Hook: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! [Lil Fame] I'm ready, willing and I'm able Records run worldwide like cable With rough sounds to shut down your whole record label Comin' at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum (M.O.P. comin' at them!) Makin' soloist acts and rap crews retire We bring it to 'em raw and my squad start to fire It's a gunman's festival Still turnin' all fools to vegetables You're fuckin' with professionals [Billy Danze] My people desire the line of fire Kid, there's two options You either get the fuck up out of Dodge or get to poppin' I'm stoppin herbs from rockin' fake hip-hoppin' Gangster boy boppin' is fuckin' up the game I and Fame, claim, Downtown is on The underworld's pearls sittin' on the throne It's on! And you niggas be killin' me Thanks to Relativity you can see the downtown swingas! [Outro: scratches by DJ Premier] M.O.P M.O.P M-M-M, M-M-M M-M.O.-M.O.P M-M...M-M-M...M-M M.O.P M.O.P to the motherfucking death!