Ooh.. yeah..
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Come on! Ooh..
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Yeah.. yeah..
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Yeah..
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[ Lil' Fame ]
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Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Lil' Fame
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I analyze the streets, spit real game
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I'll blast on you as you pass on through
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Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you
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I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip
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And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
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How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me
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Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ]
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Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
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The hand full of niggas that I came with
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I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
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For the man if you ever caught me slipping
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You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
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But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
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My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing'
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before you cats and you ass get deleted
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[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
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Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
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You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
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Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
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We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga
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[ Billy Danze ]
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Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
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(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
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(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that
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(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
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With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
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We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard
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So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
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with holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back
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Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
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I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
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And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
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It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
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You need to know who you fucking with now
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Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
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An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
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[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
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[ Lil' Fame ]
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It's an every day thing in a every day game
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More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
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It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit
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It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit
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I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone'
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In this full blown (blown), bitch,
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M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus
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and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers
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[ Billy Danze ]
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Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out,
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Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum)
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Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
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Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
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The way this streetgame is going is concerning me
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Whatever happened to the old days
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we all blaze, we all study criminal ways
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[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
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Nigga!
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...
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Nigga!
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Pounds Up
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| M.O.P. |
