[Lil' Fame]
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We don't say put your hands up, nigga stand up!
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Yeah.. (STAND UP!)
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Hahahaha.. yeah!
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Hear me though, hear me though - heh, yeah
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You see it! Say what? You see it!
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Uh, uh (STAND UP!)
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[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
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I'm back in the fuck up in this bitch (who dat?) Me bitch (who dat?)
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The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
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I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
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Cause when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shit in, when I aim
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Yo you try to get a name, but ain't, provin a thang
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I'm still doin my thang (go 'head) bells they still rang (uh-huh)
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Now who the lame that wan' tangle with Lil' Fame
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Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up - STAND UP!
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(AAAAAAHHHH!!!) How you like me now?
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That +Kool Moe Pee+ shit nigga, put it down
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Yo I need to silence the gat, shit too loud
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When that bitch start to holla, nigga through child
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Made the church people on your block wanna move out
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I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
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Why? Cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
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We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
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[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
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Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
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("First Fam, ridiculous!")
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Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
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[Fame] We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
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[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
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You gotta get it, cause you nah lissen
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Dump off your body, send your whole family to 'gwan fishin
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The street mayor, ghetto street playa
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Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
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Fuck the fame! I agree, fuck the fame
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But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
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Cause I'm a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude
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Write my name across your belly BRBRBRBRBRBRBR clap a dude!
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Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in (c'mon)
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It's so amazin (why?) We still blazin
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Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
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They be scrapin your canteloupe off the pavement
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Wit yo' wig split in half and yo' chest caved in
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So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
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So listen up and hear me boy
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I'm the American (slash) pretty boy
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
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I done figured it out (what's that?)
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They don't want us to shine (true!)
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You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
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I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
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You dissin? I'm hittin (buk buk buk buk buk buk)
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Listen, is it me or the industry don't understand
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I'm a whole different breed of man
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Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
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And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks nigga
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(AAAAHHHHH!) What! Who gon' tame me?
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I'm a bad block nigga and can't, nobody change me
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You can look at me strangely
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Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
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First Family trainee, take what's mine
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{*censored*} is my time to shine, that's that
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(Take it easy!) Fuck that, I'm ready yo
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I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools (STAND UP!)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
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Fizzy Wo' (suckers never played us)
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They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
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In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
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They know I'm slant up from the right side left five in one fist
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(Shaddup!) Shutup! Now you wanna show love?
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You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
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Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
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So I crept up, stepped up, got to it.. (STAND UP!)
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: M.O.P.]
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First Fam, ridiculous!
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Violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
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Them false dudes can't get with us, homeskillet
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cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
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First Fam, ridiculous
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Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit hus
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Cause we holdin (classin) loadin (blastin)
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Strollin (crashin) rollin (MASHIN!!)
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[cackling and ad libs]
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Stand Up
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| M.O.P. |
