J Dilla - Blood Sport lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] FM, Jay Stay Paid The hottest hour in hip-hop, you know who it is baby The boy Pete Rock And it's the revenge of Pay Jay Productions muh'f**ers [Lil' Fame] {*scratched in background: "Yeah!"*} And you don't stop Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop J Dilla rock on you don't stop You don't stop, and you don't stop {*BOMB!*} [Chorus: Lil' Fame] Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop {*BOMB!*} J Dilla rock on you don't stop {*BOMB!*} You don't stop {*BOMB!*} you don't stop {*BOMB!*} [Lil' Fame] It's like that and uh, it's like that and uh Uh-huh~! You f**in with the Marxmen, and uh You f** around and get left popped, in your bandana This is Mo. P's, A-B-G, Any Body Get-It From the moment I walked in (we go off top) My presence is felt, I'm light years ahead of myself See that ground that you stand Duke I'll put you under that Calm the f** down homeboy you ain't a Thundercat Think you the illest n***a, I'ma tell you Fame realer Fame iller, now "Ante Up" b**h and pay Dilla Cause if heaven was a mile away (yeahhhhh) I'd jump in the V to come see ya, me and Termanology (That's whattup though!) And you don't stop {*BOMB!*} [Chorus] {"Too damn dough! Yeah"} Dilla Yeah, J Dilla whattup... WHATTUP~?! [Interlude] Holla look back at your mans dog, 3-1-3, 4-4-4-4 4-2-8, peace {"Hands up"} Get up! {*scratched*} C'mon! C'mon kid, c'mon kid, c'mon yo [Lil' Fame] For the year two thousand and nine It's the same old sh**, n***az out here out on the grind I run with them big shots, who let off four shots Let a full clip go as soon as soon as the ball drop It's a Marxmen Cinema team that's, seen this Hit a n***a with a package quick fast, sling this We'll, break yo' a** up, stomp you down It's Brownsville motherf**er we don't compromise We handle them bats like A-Rod, go 'head and play hard and find out what kind of bullsh** we on It's the world's, most, dangerous Glorious victorious warriors from the left lung of the 'Ville Chill, before we send that forth back at ya {*ka-klow, pow*} Couple of slugs tossed back at ya Cause y'all know, like I know, who game realest It's the Fame and the Glory, but first pay Dilla Motherf**er! {*scratched: "Hands up" to end*}