Pounds Up

Lyrics

Oh.. yeah.. Come on! Oh.. Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] Why y'all niggas insist to fuck with Lil' Fame? I analyze the streets, spit real game I'll blast on you as you pass on through Catch you right where you stand, put your ass on mute I remind niggas of that blue steel that you grip And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now How many niggas wanna ride with me? Collide with me? Be accessories to homicide with me? (First Family!) Who I hang with, bang with Spit flames with the handful of niggas that I came with I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan for the man If you ever caught me slippin' You would stop me, won't you? Pop me, won't you? But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass, bitch, don't you? My family strong, your moms don't need this Start breathing before you catch one and yo ass get deleted [Chorus] Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at (William Berckowicz!) Back with my codefendant Womack (BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Giuliani can't control that (We bust at 'em, clutchin on magnum triggers) He know that We the same cats that blaze gats on the boulevard We remain strapped, and came back, doin' it hard So send your vultures, cobra, and I will send everyone of 'em back With holes under they' hat, fulls all through they back Deal with it, motherfucker (BK!) All day, real with it, motherfucker I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops And made 'em holler, "Ten-thirteen" It's 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 [Chorus] Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up [Verse 3: Lil' Fame] It's a everyday thing and a everyday game All day, every day, motherfucker - bang (BANG!) It's the streets in me, and me? I stay in tune to the shit It's music to my ears, I'm immune to the shit I'm suffering from a disease called Leave Me The Fuck Alone And it's full blown, bitch M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus And we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers [Verse 4: Billy Danze] Allow me to wig out, dumb out, pull my gun out Run out in the middle of the street, like (Bum, bum bum) Uh, there you go, bastard Murder international, custom-made caskets Now, could every one of you cocksuckers turn to me The way this street game is going is concerning me Whatever happened to the old days? We all blaze, we all study criminal ways [Chorus] Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You see it: it's on and poppin' this year Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga Nigga! Nigga!