Ill Will Fulton - Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'til Brooklyn) lyrics

* includes a sample of the Beastie Boys song "No Sleep 'til Brooklyn" [Intro] HAHAHAHAHA! Ha Firing squad n***a! Raise, motherf**in Cain! (Motherf**errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) Aiyyo.. hahahahaha [Verse One: Billy Danze] Look, I have suffered, severe trauma Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville With my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it's) Berk' Present it, soldier style And the world's on my shoulders now I be fightin for my life on trial.. .. simply because my daughter, has the world's warmest smile (M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now Can't nobody stop me, block me or hold me down (KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherf**er (BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherf**er! (AHHHHHHHHH!) I'm a motherf**er (BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherf**er! We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain't nuttin changed Duke Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+) Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son [Hook: M.O.P.] {"What's on your mind this morning?"} {*scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"*} Klak klak! {*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*} {*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*} [Verse Two: Lil' Fame] Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on? (HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on (Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong n***a to play O.G. on With that fake-a** Can*l Street slum row Lee on (TWENTY DOLLARS) Gla**ed out, bottom Koreans You're the type of fool that I might pee on Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a n***a like me on I'm never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon I keep a gat in the stash, in case it's gon' be on Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!) You're last when I co*k back and I dump three on I put putholes through the door of his black Neon Please n***a, don't f** around and get beat on Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure (WHAT?) n***a with blue steel, you won't believe it It's the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!) [Hook] [Danze] Hear me though! [Fame] YEAH! (hey hey hey hey) [Verse Three: M.O.P.] [Fame] SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill [Will] SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack [Fame] WE'RE BACK! To irritate you n***as (how's that?) [Fame] You kept us off of radio (but never off wax) [Fame] IN FACT! Check the pose [Will] Can't nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL [Fame] Round this motherf**er [Will] First Fam (not your average Joe) [Will] Still put it down (like we put it down befo') [Will] No (NAH) no! [Fame] n***a hold weight [Will] Firing Squad (will set that a**, straight!) [Will] It's kinda ill yo [Fame] We rep the 'Ville so? [Will] Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro [Fame] It don't matter to me [Will] I'd rather it be [Fame] One less cla**ic emcee (f**in with me) [Fame] That's how it'll be [Will] You n***as get no love in here [Fame] We stuck in the streets [Will] We'll keep it undercover here ... c'mon! C'mon! {"What's on your mind this morning?"} {*scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"*} Klak klak! {"M - O - P!"} {"Re-real n***as, hit 'em with that Hilltop Flava"} {*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*} {*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*} HAHAHAHA, yeah!