Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap
Rap dudes
Yeah, (laughing)
Yeah, come on motherf**a
Yea I gave ya a hour n***a
But now I want my sh** back
Bring it to ya a**
Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A
I'm a continue to bring it to ya a**
Motherf**a
[Lil Fame]
Welcome me back b**h n***a, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another n***a drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen too
We move on n***as, rip two's on n***as
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out
Silly motherf**as gettin carried away
But they f** around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a n***a of the Earth, n***a of Sea
n***a 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 mothaf**a
Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the f** you think you are n***a? Ron O'Neal? (f** outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (b**h)
What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the f** I am, Fizzy Woe
Magnificent, baby
[Beat changes]
Firing Squad
One of a kind n***a, top of the line n***as, divine n***as Illest
My n***as
You know my steez n***a, you know my steez
M.O.P., Fizzy Woe
[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 inheritin them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of n***as 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 fire the greatest of all time
We 'em dance, waitin for Shaq to get back (welcome home my n***a)
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
[Laughing]
n***a
Ha ha
*several alarms heard*