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Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)] Come on Come on Rap dudes Let's rap Rap dudes... ha-ha Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Yeah (Come on, motherfucker!) See, I gave y'all a hour nigga But now I want my shit back (Bring it to they ass!) Fizzy Womack (L.A) I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass Motherfuckerrrrr!!!!! [Verse 1: Lil Fame] Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash) No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool Any and every individual, this can happen to We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out Silly motherfuckers gettin carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth (Earth!), nigga of the Sea (Sea!) Nigga 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 mothafucka See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here) All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch) What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for? And when it jump off don't ask did he know Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Wo' Magnificent, baby [Part II] [Interlude: Billy Danze] Firing Squad One of a kind niggas Top of the line niggas, divine niggas (Illest) My niggas... (Realest) B.D You know my steez, nigga You know my steez M.O.P. (Fizzy Wo') [Verse 2: 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 inherited them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of niggas 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 firing greatest of all times, William Danze Waitin for Shaq to get back (Welcome home my nigga), 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 [Outro: Billy Danze] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Nigga Ha ha