[Chorus: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze]
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Power (power) power
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(M dot O dot P devour) our
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(Loyalty is royalty boss
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We roll through wit tremendous force and bring)
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(Power) power (power)
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M dot O dot P devour (our)
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Family stick to the plan (we) we
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(Will) will (stand) stand, stand
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[Billy Danze]
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You motherfuckers gotta deal wit the consequences (for sure)
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I'm takin no prisoners under no conditions (for sure)
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I'm on a one way mission to hell, I'm missin details
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Thinkin of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell
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(I know they wanna see you fail)
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Fuck 'em, tell 'em see me
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I come thru wit two, hands full of fire, don't see me
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You can find me on the back blocks (in BK)
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I be posted up at the crack spots (all day)
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Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain
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In the blood, sweat & tears, from the years in the game
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My connection to Fame, is immortal
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Them bullshit we fought through
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(Remember what them Old Timerz taught you)
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Treat fee like royalty, the First Family, about loyalty
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Don't let a nigga change that, or rearrange that
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(If a nigga try to change that)
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You know where to aim at
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame]
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This is it y'all, I don't hold back
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I'ma roll back, cock your four back, it's Womack nigga
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Pack guns, back gems, sold crack nigga
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I know the drug game but I chose rap, nigga
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You want that raw shit, well it rock right here
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You want that iced out shit, it's not right here
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Cuz it drop right here, I'm top of the line
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You at your borderline, how wack your shit, stop right here
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Fizzy Wo', spittin on niggas
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I drop diarrhea, watery shittin on niggas
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We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it's Groundhog Day
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And dump rounds all day (run up)
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I'mma fuck ya funnel
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This ain't no motherfuckin jam, bitch, squeeze ya gun up
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(First Fam) Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme
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That's what the fuck I call a street team, we bring
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze] (Lil' Fame)
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Stand up for the Family (shut shit down)
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Bodies pop up (close shop up)
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Some thugs wanna waste us (but them thugs won't face us)
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Cuz our guns don't discriminate (and the slugs ain't racist)
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(Pull a cock, back on it, nigga act on it
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My blue steel shine, like I push a 'llac on it
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No serial numbers, so it gotta scratch on it
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And it make slugs travel like I put a Mack on it)
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When we where just little boys (we seen the big picture)
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Stuck down in the bottom (so we wrote our own scripture)
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Surrounded by my niggas (day in and day out)
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Got into shit to get figgas and couldn't find a way out
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(Them Old Timerz in the hood)
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They understand why we were always up to no good
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(we was crying for help)
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It's your everyday bring out, born in the middle of society's mess
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Motherfucker, I possess
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[Chorus]
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Power
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| M.O.P. |
