Lil Fame - 4 My n***az (4 My Peeps) lyrics

[Red Hot Lover Tone] For all my motherf**ing n***as, word to Herb we get stupider Running mad circles round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden Cause I'm mad in the pad and s**ers wish they had and I'm bagging the b**hes grabbing, my pockets fatten Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin So what you gonna do when I come through your town With mad n***as who love being locked down Facing convictions, throwing conniptions I got more b**hes than them royal Egyptians Step to this mic you're a goner Cause Red Hot Lover's right on like Cynthia Horner I better warn ya, you'll get your a** kicked, I'm blasted That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black ba*tard I'm getting figures from my rap diggers Got my sh**-kickers, yo, this is for my n***as [The Notorious B.I.G.] Introducing the black ba*tard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie But who is he? You can't get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em, bumrushing 'em Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu Look what I been through, the Brooklyn streets The obese thug n***a from the East The black nine, hard to find motherf**er After the rhyme press rewind, motherf**er Strictly for my n***as [Prince Po] I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over Universal Soldier of Hip Hop, somebody shoulda told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please don't Sleep I walk the unforbidden where most MC's won't Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, it's Hectic, I'm like antiseptic on record Disinfectant show wrecker, sound seizing your sector Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca I'm known, Prince, organizing with the Red Hot Lover And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn, hey good looking Do you like your hot chocolate after dark - uh I'm scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representing my n***as rocking, rocking the mic right Harcore M.O.P. type sh** Peace to my other half and my n***as doing bids [Li'l Fame] I used to start more sh** than high school bullies I was doing my thing since my n***a Boom Bang used to steal cars from police I break n***as up like referees Put em on point, back out my joint and making 'em move like refugees Li'l Fame rep is Brooklyn bound Still n***as that f** around'll catch a beatdown from Brownsville I'm going all out the western way Old school or new school, I beat your a** like it's freshmen's day [Billy Danze] For y'all wannabe emcees F-A-G's You gon' f** around and make that n***a Bill squeeze I'm representing for all mines with nines Hardcore's in town, my n***as that get down A hill figure on the trigger (true) Your Crooklyn sounds got pounds and break through Stopped puffing the lye, still sipping the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you lose [Li'l Fame (unreleased mix only)] It's Li'l Fame, motherf**er (slap, Little Mallet) We bring you pain, motherf**er (slap, Little Mallet) Cos I'm rugged no gimmick And I'm taking rappers out like Uptown n***as be doing b**hes on 125th and Lennox I represent M.O.P., n***as that act stuck up they get stuck up Or even f**ed the f** up Peace to Tone, yo pa** that blunt, hit this slicker This is for my n***as [Billy Danze (unreleased mix only)] Yo hold me down, Fame (I got the pound) Danze with the truck sh**, that I don't give a f** sh** I'm hitting n***as where it hurt, I do work (I'm packing my blue steel) so you n***as hit the dirt The M.O.P. we been busting out for days Taking 'em through a phase, going out in a blaze I'm out jail still holding my steel (Bucka) Bow! Wargames representing this build Brownsville, for my n***as [Red Hot Lover Tone] Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossing s**ers like salad Incredible vocabulary coming from the Brooklyn freak Peace to Fulton Street Knuckleheads'll get wrecked with the quick mic-check My intellect shows no respect for s**ers who slept In fact my rap style attracts I have your girl looking for me in broad daylight With a flashlight, pillow, and mattress on her back Cause yo sh** is wack So here goes the No-Doze, I'm putting it on foes who oppose Coming off like p**no pantihose Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P., from R-e-d For all my n***as in the NYC