Tekst :

Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!
Sssssss..

[Billy Danze]
Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons
and half-steppers don t half-step, without protection
The rules of the game is, spit first
until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
You see a man gon claim his
Duke a soldier gon aim his, and try to kill yo ass
Niggaz see Burke on the conduit
in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick
Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I m ridin shotgun)
There ll never be a boo that understand what we got son
We ve been down a long time
I m beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline
BOM-BURST two times on top of the line
You plexiglas niggaz ain t fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal
you could still shop for the Ville

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[Lil Fame]
Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop
and the, coast ain t clear it s reeeal, hot
Keep the heat real close cause it s, dangerous
and the, game don t change Fame bang with this
It s the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
All day, right back at you live
from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin
WHO fuckin with the rapper dude?
Don t even GOOO THERE
I m from the Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)
N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.
We ll ratch yo ass like floors that s parquet
Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
(M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+

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[Billy Danze]
Hey yo the game don t change only the players
I d like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers
We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)
Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
Can t nobody change my two step
I m ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to em

[Lil Fame]
What s the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned
Slugs flyin you realizin that it s your turn
Didn t them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM
(BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!
Them goons was hot on ya!
Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn t stoppin
til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga
Snakes don t belong round here, nigga breeze!

Took a while to drag me out of bed,
Aim some coffee at my head,
Saw the clock I m running late,
It s an ordinary day.
And I m like a dog on heat,
Knock one out and then fall asleep,
It s...

It s been such a long day so you better hurry home
Lit all my incense and I wish you were home
Only five minutes and you walk through my door

Be here in the morning
Be here in the evening
Be here and...

In the shade of every moment I bled
Such a sorrow was to be expected

I let a good thing go
I let a good thing go

Now every feeling it kicks me to the bone
And takes me under to a place that I have known
There goes my quiet life I used to keep...

(Chorus X4)
YEAH!
Black niggaaaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa

Black nigga killa hate brought death
Around the block as I holler points bust though the punks back
Raising gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate
Niggas fly deep as I...

She won?t mind, she?s got bills to pay
She won t mind, because I come today
Its feels so wrong to be right
She sits tight, in a different way
Pulls my eyes with the words she say
To be is all that she desired...