Lil Fame - 4 My Peeps (Buckwild Version) lyrics

(feat. M.O.P., Notorious B.I.G., Prince Poetry) [Biz Markie] (Get on the mic) Check it out yo [ Red Hot Lover Tone ] For all my muthaf**in n***as, word to Hurb, we got stupider Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden Cause I madden, I have been, s**ers wish they hadn't I'm baggin the b**hes grabbin 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+ bein locked down Facin convictions, throwin caniptions I got more riches 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 gettin figures from my rap n***as Got my sh**-kickers, yo, this is for my n***as [The Notorious B.I.G.] Introducin the black ba*tard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots 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 ferocoius Feel the weight when I'm crushin them Bumrushin em, stuffin em I put the pressure on em, hon Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just sliced Like a ginzu, look what I been through The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug n***a from the East The black nine, hard to find muthaf**a After the rhyme press rewind, muthaf**a Strictly for my n***as [Prince Poetry of Organized Konfusion] I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over The Universal Soldier of hip-hop, somebody shoulda told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please don't [??]Sleepwalk[??] the unforbidden when most MC's won't Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, it's Hectic, I'm like antisceptic on record Disinfect your [?????], sound seizen your sector Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca I'm known, Prince, Organizin with the Red Hot Lover And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin Do you like it, hot chocolate after dark, uh, or scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representin my n***as rockin, rockin the mic right Harcore M.O.P. type sh** Peace to my other half and my n***as doin bids [Li'l Fame of M.O.P.] I used to start more sh** than high school bullies I was doin my thing since my n***a Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pullies I break n***as up like referees Put em on point, pack out my joint and makin em move like refugees Li'l Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still? n***as that f** around'll catch a beatdown from Brownsville I'm goin all out the western way Old school or new school, I beat your a** like it's freshmen's day [Billy Danzenie of M.O.P.] For y'all wanna-be MC's f.a.g.'s You gon' f** around and make that n***a Bill squeeze I'm representin for all mines with nines Hardcore's in town, my n***as that get down A Hillfigure on the trigger (true) Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through Stopped puffin the lye, still sippin the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you loose [Red Hot Lover Tone] (It's Li'l Fame, muthaf**a - slap, Little Mallet) Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossin s**ers like salad Incredible vocabulary comin 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 lookin for me in broad daylight with a flashlight - pillow and matress on her back Cause yo sh** is wack So here goes the No-Doze, I'm puttin it on foes who oppose Comin off like p**no pantie hose Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P., from R-e-d For all my n***as in the NYC