[Intro:]
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Uhh! Fizzy Wo', MO P's
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Uhh, uhh, uh
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Kah-uh kah-uh, kah-C'MON!
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Gangsta boogie with the Famesta
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Famesta boogie with the gangsta, gangsta
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[Lil' Fame:]
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I gets gangsta big now with it!
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Bust how the homey get down with it (C'MON)
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If you want you can get down with it, or sit down with it
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We tear shit down with it in the (GHETTO!)
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Still runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9
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And 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives
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Nigga what the fuck is on yo' mind?
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Can't none of you rap niggaz hold mine, nigga Fizzy Wo' shine
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Y'all niggaz rappin like y'all rap for Nickolodeon
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With a mouth full of cubic zirconias
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I catch you at the Hip-Hop Summit (uh-huh) smack fire out'cha mouth
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Call you a bitch and piss on the podium!
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What I say on a record, I MEAN on a record
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The hood love my voice, I'm mean on a record!
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It's cream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit
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You just blowin off steam on a record
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[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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STOP PUSHIN! You better stop pushin me dog
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You see a nigga comin through, gimme room
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Tell them niggaz to move (NIGGA MOVE!)
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Y'all motherfuckers better stop pushin (NIGGA STOP PUSHIN)
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The next motherfucker that push me
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I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)
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The next motherfucker that push me
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I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)
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[Billy Danze:]
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Hey yo I'm big Bill Danze in it, Y'KNAHMEAN?
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And had enough to cop the drop and the Chevy is clean
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I mean there's somethin 'bout the way that I lean
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That'll shake a nigga out of a scheme, that means it's (GHETTO!)
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Geah and I break a nigga right at the spleen, we do it gritty
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Down with niggaz who scattered around Sin City
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Equipped with the pounds and semis, so I ain't worried
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'bout you fuckers as I ride by, drownin Henny
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They give me DAP - how it's lookin pa? - I see you still floatin
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Keep it raw! - Oh fo' sho' son, my shit is still smokin
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From the do', niggaz gave you the vibe - MOVE ON!
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And it'll take a miracle for you to get out alive
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(BROOKLYN!) Real G's get it on
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I rub you under the chin with a gemstar homes
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You know I got a condition, you see me twitchin
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At my death one of you motherfuckers slippin, I'm hittin
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[Chorus]
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Stop Pushin'
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| M.O.P. |
