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Lil' Fame:
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Seventy-five
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Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
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Where guns pop and cops get killed
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This is the place where paranoya
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Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
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We're losin' it
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Four fives and knives we be movin' wit
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Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
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We're provin' it
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Let it be known if retaliation
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Home-skillet - it's on
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That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
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Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
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First family gone brawl
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It's president's resident, and I'm the first dog
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You know the M.O.P status
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In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest
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Word to the mommy
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Any fool try me
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Get hit wit the Llama
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Fuck cuminana
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Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X
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It's a 4 alarm blaze
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Everybody post up next to the stage
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Come on
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You're all welcome to hell's roadway
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First family style
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Buck ass wild
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What ya say
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Billy Danze:
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Get ya man on the jack soldier
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Grip your mac soldier
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FIRST FAMILY
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We're back soldier
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And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
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The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
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Burkowitz MOB STYLE
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Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
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Crucify me - but don't deny me
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Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
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Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
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I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable
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I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
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Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
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With all intentions of droppin' a body
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I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
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THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR
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That bullshit
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Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ¡®em wit more shit
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Chorus 2X:
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Teflon:
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Introducin' the best kept secret
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It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
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Blaze enemies frequent
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I speak wit authority
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(Black) Perhaps through four to be
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Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly
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The gunsmoke make son soak
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The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
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Raised cold-hearted and deadly
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Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
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Keep my grip steady
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Squeeze till they drop off
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Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
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Blowin some high-tech shit
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Through your projects
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Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
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I wrecks guys
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Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
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We don't respects by
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Half-ass niggas
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Blast niggas
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Gas niggas who won't blast
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The sect die
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All: 2X
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Just when you thought it was safe
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The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste
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Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
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Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
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Jay-Z:
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Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
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Two asked quick for bastards to step to
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Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
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When I rock jewels it ain't to impress you
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What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo'
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I'm real - how you think I got rich ho?
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Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
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I got enough paper to get low
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Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over
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Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
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Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
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I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it
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You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
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Who am I?
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JAY-Z motherfucker
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Do or die
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IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker
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Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo
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Front on us and gats blow ya know?
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Chorus: 2X
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motherfucker
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4 Alarm Blaze
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| M.O.P. |
