[Lil' Fame]
We don't say put your hands up, n***a stand up!
Yeah.. (STAND UP!)
Hahahaha.. yeah!
Hear me though, hear me though - heh, yeah
You see it! Say what? You see it!
Uh, uh (STAND UP!)
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
I'm back in the f** up in this b**h (who dat?) Me b**h (who dat?)
The Brooklyn thug, what the f** you see b**h?
I'm known for regulatin this game, f** a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'ma split your sh** in, when I aim
Yo you try to get a name, but ain't, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang (go 'head) bells they still rang (uh-huh)
Now who the lame that wan' tangle with Lil' Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' a** up - STAND UP!
(AAAAAAHHHH!!!) How you like me now?
That +Kool Moe Pee+ sh** n***a, put it down
Yo I need to silence the gat, sh** too loud
When that b**h start to holla, n***a through child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a n***a cool out
Why? Cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, n***a (STAND UP!)
[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
("First Fam, ridiculous!")
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
[Fame] We don't say put your hands up, n***a (STAND UP!)
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
You gotta get it, cause you nah lissen
Dump off your body, send your whole family to 'gwan fishin
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa a** cheek flare
f** the fame! I agree, f** the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't f** with Fame
Cause I'm a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude
Write my name across your belly BRBRBRBRBRBRBR clap a dude!
Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in (c'mon)
It's so amazin (why?) We still blazin
Ain't no savin yo' a** from hell raisin
They be scrapin your canteloupe off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and yo' chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' a** down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American (slash) pretty boy
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
I done figured it out (what's that?)
They don't want us to shine (true!)
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin (buk buk buk buk buk buk)
Listen, is it me or the industry don't understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks n***a
(AAAAHHHHH!) What! Who gon' tame me?
I'm a bad block n***a and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
{*censored*} is my time to shine, that's that
(Take it easy!) f** that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute j**els for you fools (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
Fizzy Wo' (s**ers never played us)
They can't fade us, they hate us, they an*s
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slant up from the right side left five in one fist
(Shaddup!) Shutup! Now you wanna show love?
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it.. (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Outro: M.O.P.]
First Fam, ridiculous!
Violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get with us, homesk**et
Cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit hus
Cause we holdin (cla**in) loadin (blastin)
Strollin (crashin) rollin (MASHIN!!)
[cackling and ad libs]