HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
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[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
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Yo - feel the First Family energy (alright!) Remember me?
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Lil' Fame raps niggaz to tunes of Kenny G
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I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
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but you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it!
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Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
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You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
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M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz "Faces of Death"
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Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
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My solution is pollute innards, quick to shoot a bitch
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I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
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I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
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And the thugs in the crowd screaming ("Yeah we like it raw!")
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On wax they get the best of it (right) give 'em the rest of it
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Saluting on tour, autographin bitches' breasteses
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It's the legendary M.O.P.
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We put it down everywhere we go - but you don't hear me though
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[Chorus x2]
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Stand clear!
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Notice ain't nuttin but soldiers up in here - ride for the cause!
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Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
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BITCH! Die for the drawers
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[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
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It's elementary, for a quarter of a century
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In and outta penitentiaries
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I survive - I am a survivor G
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Got more slick shit with me than McGyver see
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I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
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I'm the international cat that you tryna be
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I am (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) yes ma'am
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When I'm in a G-man stand it's impossible to touch Danze
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I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
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I don't know what you thought but you gon' lose
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I'm bad news; Satan turned me loose
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Since Tupac got popped, who the fuck you think got the +Juice+?
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Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
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I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will fuck up your ego
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In fact - claim turf, whenever the llama spark
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We hold down Brownsville like the motherfuckin Tomahawks
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Lil' Fame]
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I smack a "Oops Upside Ya Head"
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Like Goldy when he mackin his broads (it's) your maveranage
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Watch who you approach nigga, 'fore you get smoked nigga
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I'm O.G. in this game, coach nigga!
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Straight loc' nigga, what the fuck you thought?
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You get caught in the middle, try to dribble on my court
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When niggaz (act sweet) this nigga (clap heat)
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Jack you when you wouldn't put your brains in the backseat
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[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
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I'ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
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Why the fuck you playin games with me?
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Make a nigga dust off his automatic, and bang witchu young kids
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(Is it really Billy Danze?) Who the fuck you think it is?
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By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
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is to catch his ass (wet his ass) and to jack his ass
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You ain't untouchable nigga for what it's worth
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I'm the gritties grimiest slimiest nigga on earth
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[Chorus]
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[laughter and ad libs to fade]
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Stand Clear
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| M.O.P. |
