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[Chorus: unknown singer]
I've been goin through so much pain Can't no motherfucker feel my pain My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride For my homies on the block that died It's dedicated to my niggaz that's locked Who's OT on the run from the cops We straight G's and we never gon' stop For my street niggaz gotta keep your head up Gotta keep your head uuuuuuuuuup [Verse One] Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub Somebody told me that the block need a hug Ain't nobody tell y'all that slap need a hug That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block But niggaz won't notice until a motherfucker get shot And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em 'til they like "God damn, I was just now with him" Now you missin a man that you used to call your man Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up 21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain Like Fame; niggaz fucked up in the game Niggaz try to maintain, even if nobody showed you That they noticin what a nigga been goin through... nigga [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling Mixed up in the past and the present A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not That's the question, you can always count on Bill To reveal the message, when givin a confession In other words there's a blessing in the lesson You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it) We had a whole platoon of goons to rep Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left Some got knocked and locked inside cages A few got popped and stopped at young ages Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages It's dark and it's bold I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey) Nobody there! (Look around homey) Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey) But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had To feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question Cause if not me, nigga then who? We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours It's really all about how you deal with it So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how To deal with yours, but don't kill me [words fade] [Billy Danze] (We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never) If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it) For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it) The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man [Chorus] |
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Fuck outta here nigga
We the reason why y'all niggaz rap hard... nigga [M.O.P.] Uh! (the big boy game) What is nigga (the big boy game) Uh, (the big boy game) man.. child.. (big boy game) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! (the big boy game) We make you wanna punch a nigga in his motherfuckin mouth (The big boy game) Same game nuttin changed (The big boy game) We built the building [Lil' Fame] Grab a, hold of yourself, open your eyes Get wise, to the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get live, with the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get down, or get pound the fuck out Got the 40 cal' tucked Shorty mad from the 'Ville and I'm all grown up Don't owe niggaz nothin, come on roll up I'ma loan you a quick four or five bucks, BUK BUK BUK BUK BUK POM! Momma prayed, momma cried But don't cry ma I come too far They ain't gon' do me like Half-A-Mil or Freaky Tah They ain't gon' do me like they did my friend Nick Pavacho Blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now {*oriental sample*} Salute! To the homies that's gone, dogs behind bars Fuck that, gimme four more bars Don't ask me what the beef is, I got love for both sides So a nigga rock mismatched sneakers One foot S. Dots the other foot Pro Keds I rock box, with some Armadales to the head, and I'm good (The big boy game... the big boy game) Same game nuttin changed (The big boy game... the big boy game) Oh! (The big boy game) Nigga... the big boy game The big boy game... [Billy Danze] Where, yeah, yeah, G'Z UP! Yeah, it's the legendary Danze Tell the hood it's all good to never bury the man And I'm comin with a flurry of plans, and if it don't work I'm back on the block with a glock goin berzerk And if you see me in the club nigga, know I'm on point Don't get your brain matter splattered all over the joint Reasons, that motherfucker never played fair We just, showed you niggaz how to PUT IT IN THE AIR JESUS! Here come them God damn dudes (STILL) grimey (STILL) gutter (STILL) ghetto and (STILL) rude (STILL) real (STILL) 'Ville (STILL) labelled as bad news (hahahaha) And still the reason why you fuckers won't move BACK WITH A VENGEANCE, just me and Fizzy Wo' KICK YOUR SHIT UP OFF THE HINGES, just me and Fizzy Wo' Brownsville homey, in case you didn't know In the middle of the street with po-po like BO BO (The big boy game) Nigga... (the big boy game) (Big boy game... big boy game) (The big boy game... it's the big boy game) (The big boy game... it's the big boy game) Marxmen |
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(feat. Foxx, Inf)
You niggaz, left us, for dead [Chorus x2: unknown singer] It ain't hard to tell, I wanna be yo' boo-hoo It's obvious to see, that I wanna be with you [Inf] Damn ma, I spot your from afar, what's your name (Foxx) Where you from (Bronx) that's what's up Just wanna get to know ya, play my cards right, get closer And if possible, I wanna rock wit'chu True story - ain't spittin no game, just facts I'm from ivy league, higher stacks expect that So let's go somewhere yo and twist up a L Chatter ring a bell, cause it ain't hard to tell [Foxx] It ain't hard to tell that you feelin me boy You could be a candidate in this race for bringin me joy And anyway I think I do need a toy I won't take nothin fake I need the real McCoy So let's rock for a minute we can slide in a minute Up the, Westside and take a ride in my rented It's the, best time - you see the moon lookin right It's somethin about the way the stars shine at night And you can tell me how you think I should be treated How my life is incomplete and how you feel you can complete it There's no one to compete with, I never been conceited What you sayin I believe it but I sho' would like to see it and.. [Chorus] [Inf] Ma I got you just roll with me Or just, just walk these dogs with me I'ma show you how it's supposed to be I ain't gon' talk about it no more, I'ma just Just, just listen, just listen Women like you, really don't come by that often That's why I do things that stay gettin you off often Love your type, roll a L or wrap a dutch Any ho that act up, the bitch is gettin smacked up By my side, like my pistol she'll ride Even when the road is rocky, she holds me down properly 'Til the end, the both of us playin to win We ain't Bonnie & Clyde, c'mon ma, let's take a ride [Foxx] You keep talkin like we side to side And like you got me the Foxx all mesmerized nigga I got pride, there will be no foolin around 'til you make this one and only female your bride C'mon ladies stand up and be a witness His weak-ass lines are so tired and relentless Picture this I just met this kid, and he talkin game Thinkin we one on one but we not the same Listen boo I gotta let you down greasy It takes a man to lay a lady down easy I don't think you got what it takes to set me straight And make me shake, I'm sorry but this was a mistake [Chorus] |
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(feat. Teflon)
A lot of niggaz talkin reckless But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now A lot of reckless talk out there I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact My whole Family in tact My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!) [Teflon] Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper? Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up? You in deep but, it's too late to back out And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard If only he can go backwards, to the days And change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face Stole packages, from nigga's place of business When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home From state prison niggaz came and hit him [Chorus] (Suicide, it's a suicide) When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause (Suicide, it's a suicide) Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid (Suicide) Right or left, choose a side Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen) What's your next step? I'll let you decide (Suicide... Marxmen) [Teflon] Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song And if the price was right she might come with him home She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it She came home and gave homes the virus She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice Now he ready to snuff out her life Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right [Chorus] [Teflon] They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing That's what they think, all along they all was wrong It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin Every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in Now what they wanna know is who put the call in Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans (Marxmen!) |
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(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[27 second concert skit to open] [Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY [Wyclef Jean] I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE [Chorus: all together] Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel [Lil' Fame (Wyclef)] But if you continue to fuck with my hood We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct) If you continue to fuck with my hood [Lil' Fame] We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct) Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart From the suburbs to the gritties blocks Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit Impeach the President, this is our residence So; people people, Mo. People Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then Ashes to ashes, you bastards (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper! You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations It seems we havin miscommunications Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me A killer on the block with a glock never shook me And you won't search me unless I tell you you could This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood Now don't act up, cause if you act up I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme And steam through the motherfuckin glass And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat It's like dancin with the devil In the ghetto we got metal police [Chorus: first line only] [Wyclef Jean] For the hip-hop cops They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows Things done changed now I live in the meadows Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?} Smoke so much I can't get high no more I drink so much I can't get drunk no more What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer? What'chu know about my stress Mr. [WOOP WOOP] He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY! |
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(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)
{Marxmen.. Cinema} [Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)] Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I pooooooooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Eighty-six was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You'd be sittin in the county with like 3 or 4 charges Young I started, but I had a talent To get this crack cooked, cause I took it as a challenge So older niggaz gave me much as I can handle Copped the Eagle, started jackin with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name spelled out on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect [Lil' Fame] + (Ol' Dirty) Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen Chill Dirty I got this (Tell 'em who the fuck Iiii BE!) F-I, Z, Z-Y Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers See y'all niggaz still boppin to bullshit, that ain't the shit Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Then, tuck in his chain on a nigga I thought you used to pop that thang thang on a nigga And air blocks out like bang bang on a nigga You pussy! Fuck the shit you talkin duke Cause everybody can smell it when yo' punk ass walkin duke Get it right, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard With them old dirty bastards, from Brownsville (motherfucker) "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Chorus: repeat to fade w/ more samples scratched in] |
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I'm only fuckin wit'cha
I ain't rockin f'real, I'm only fuckin wit'cha I'm only fuckin wit'chu I be fuckin wit'chu [Chorus: M.O.P.] Yeah - you busy followin them other niggaz We - keep it banned from TV Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star Oh, yeah - party like a rock star Yeah - you busy followin these other niggaz We - keep it banned from TV Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star Yeah yeah - party like a rock star [Lil' Fame] Yo, fuck a bitch cause I ain't him (It's the L-I-L, F-A-M-E) And, fuck yo' clique cause we ain't them (We the, Mo P's, we the, O.G.'s, we the) Straight outta Brooklyn stompin Homey you heard? (BROOKLYN STOMPIN) I'm in the club like (WHAT) I'm with my niggaz like (WHAT) Homey we thug like (WHAT) clutchin them triggers like (WHAT) Homey you're nothin like a pimp (WHAT HUH?) Homey you more like a chimp (GANGSTA!) We get guerilla on nigga (GANGSTA!) Uh, I'ma get my killer on nigga (Somebody talk to him) cause he gettin carried away (But he gon' {fuck} around) and get carried away (UH-HUH) Homey we thug like (WHAT) I'm with my goons like (WHAT) Homey we thug like (WHAT) my whole platoon's like (WHAT) [Chorus: w/ variations] [Billy Danze] (Yeah) One thing about you doubted you Say you don't love it but you'll never do nothin with it (WHO DAT?) Frank Danze It's all spring and to this boss thing I'm commited (Yeah) They love the way I do it Bumpin rap rock music out the Buick, all day And y'all say, what a way to go tiff Easy I get greasy with this four-fifth (SLUM) A little more from me (SLUM) a little harder for me All star starter homey, like it's the Carter homey (Yeah) Make sure you notice the family's focused And we get you open with a passion HOW YOU FEELIN FAME? (huh) HOW YOU FEELIN BILL? (hood) HOW THE FAMILY DOIN? Good, thanks for askin We still mashin (BEE KAYYYY) All God damn day, witness the fatal attraction [Chorus: w/ variations] [x2] ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon ROCK yeah c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon [Chorus: w/ variations] [x2] ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon ROCK yeah c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon |
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[7 second skit to open]
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya [Billy Danze] Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo' (Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em) Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em) And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal Since money make your world go 'round, that's true And money make you do the dumb shit that you do (WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu? How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew? Weak niggaz will fall, whack niggaz will fail Live niggaz prevail, YES YES Y'ALL [Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame] [Lil' Fame - overlapping Chorus] I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May (OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers (OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker (CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock? I ain't talkin no autograph written Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta Run on up like {?} got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga It's a rudebwoy awakening M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga! [Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame] [Lil' Fame] Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks Me and the homey go back like {?} nigga Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga [Billy Danze] Y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA) You niggaz need to know that, me and the homey run rap You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA) [unknown] Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze) What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch The AK (ay) Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint To get it'll take a little sense I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G) You and your homies can hold these! [Chorus] |
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