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"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
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(First Family)
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World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
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Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
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Its a (cold world) show nuf
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Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm
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Slum ass wanna be hard ass nigga
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Coldball butter-soft lard ass nigga
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*repeat*
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Verse One: Billy Danze
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Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop
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Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot
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Post up at the biggest crack spots
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Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots
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(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real
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Fuck around you get your death wish from Bill(D-yea)
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This cat sucker got the wrong idea
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(He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here?
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I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hide
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Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do
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I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I'm sliding through
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I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger)
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Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest niggers
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(Damn) I'm so deep in the game
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I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz pain
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(I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict
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If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)
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Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kind
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Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It's a...
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Lil' Fame
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(Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn)
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Guerilla warfare all across the land
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If they break the code of silence (leave em all dead)
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And fools take a fall when I call (code red)
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More people travellin, like immigrants
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But on the low with the most dominant (most infinite)
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Lost in your track so I act innocent
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But on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorant
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Raised by an army of THUGS
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who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest
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And I, happen to be the youngest
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Twenty-two years of being brave as a lion
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And that's, with or without the iron
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Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA)
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Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure)
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I ain't gotta teach a fucking family to bury me
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You think your bullshit worry me?
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Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humble
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Fools be on point when its time for the rumble
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W-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya)
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With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista)
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Billy Danze: We gonna put this bullshit to a cease
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Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the fucking beast
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I figured it out from the start
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And since I laid my mother to rest
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I been blessed with these cold heart
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(If it ain't our beef) Don't touch
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(If he's against us) Fuck him, (If he ain't with us) Fuck him
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(We be aight, nigga) That's right, nigga
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(We tight, nigga) What's more
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(When we don't like niggaz) We'll invite niggaz to war
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Lil' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em
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Thugs that perform massacres, like nazism
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This living mechanism, study living to the end
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Discombobulation, then I'm Gone With the Wind (begin)
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My men been, through hard times
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That's what you find when you don't do my family all kind
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(Make moves) I'ma play the background when its gat time
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I'ma hit you with the flatline
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Chorus
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*spoken over Fame yelling:*
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Yeah, I'm done. You motherfuckers said you wanted to see me, right?
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See me now, motherfuckers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow!
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Motherfuckers. I told you cold world motherfucker. Bow, motherfucker!
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What you gotta say now, motherfucker? You a bad motherfucker?
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Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run?
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Bow, motherfucker! I'll see you at your funeral motherfucker
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You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, nigga, for life)
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Motherfucker. Aiyo, come on son.
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*talkin fades*
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Cold World
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M.O.P. |