[Billy Danze]
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Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
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I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
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They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be
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So I switched the game around, and now it's on me
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(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
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like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
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(You're still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest
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?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..
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Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd you stop for?
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Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel!
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As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
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I think back about cats, that have passed away
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That's why I feel more cursed than blessed
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And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress
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I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
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Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
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I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't
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wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
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See it's the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
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A shootout, is like a common cold out here
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That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all
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When it's crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y'all
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I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl
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It's where I realized it's a cold world, after all
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You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit
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(You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
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able to tame my rage
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A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
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A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
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Take a look at me now; a born winner
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In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
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A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me
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(For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill again!
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{*beat changes*}
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[Lil' Fame]
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You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
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Take two steps back it's gon' hurt you pah!
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Who the fuck talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal?
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This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper
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Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
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Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
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With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted
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like bamboo with no trees in it
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Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me
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It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini
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We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
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Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
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Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
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Who grindin, who thieves, but I'm lookin mean yo
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with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
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With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep 'em clean doe
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I know the pros and cons so I married the game
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Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name
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I'm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
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Double (??), who the fuck gon' stop Fame?
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Y'all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
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And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
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Niggaz ain't feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin
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I'm the shit that felt good comin out of my pop's semen
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Hit the streets and thug with me
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No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can't fuck with me
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Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow
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But look bitch, I'ma let you know now
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You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?
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I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
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Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
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Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
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Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men
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It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
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I ain't clappin over your head
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I'ma make sure I pop somethin through ya
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Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
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Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
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May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead
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Motherfucker!
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Face Off
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| M.O.P. |
