Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
Cmon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, thats right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got yall, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it
Aint nothin above it, we stomp yall religiously
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but dont know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
with baseball bats (TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUVs with Bill
STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain were
heartless and painless, its dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin were anxious to flame em
Huh, you want problems Ima bring em to you
We cockin them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you dont mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, its your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (ITS)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.s and REBEL MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (cmon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga
Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Yall niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) Its the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, whats happenin?
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated
AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got problems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo chest like anthrax, vaccine couldnt stop it
Lets move on em (aoww) must move on em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on em
Never snooze on em, Im short, havent got room for em
I send you to God with no shoes
CLUELESS! Real Gs run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, lets do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
Yeah cause Im not (Im not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!
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