Billy Danze: Handle your business
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
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Billy Danze: Handle your business
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
An author like, Terry McMillan
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid I'mma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggas die
Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. See, gee
I'm on a mission. Look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
(Retality's real) Fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(Clap, clap) Get your gat
(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
A hundred niggas gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
(Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*