[Part I]
[Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)]
Come on
Come on
Rap dudes
Let's rap
Rap dudes... ha-ha
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah (Come on, motherfucker!)
See, I gave y'all a hour nigga
But now I want my shit back
(Bring it to they ass!)
Fizzy Womack (L.A)
I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass
Motherfuckerrrrr!!!!!
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen to
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts
Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out
Silly motherfuckers gettin carried away
But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth (Earth!), nigga of the Sea (Sea!)
Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka
See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch)
What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Wo'
Magnificent, baby
[Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)]
Come on
Come on
Rap dudes
Let's rap
Rap dudes... ha-ha
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah (Come on, motherfucker!)
See, I gave y'all a hour nigga
But now I want my shit back
(Bring it to they ass!)
Fizzy Womack (L.A)
I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass
Motherfuckerrrrr!!!!!
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen to
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts
Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out
Silly motherfuckers gettin carried away
But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth (Earth!), nigga of the Sea (Sea!)
Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka
See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch)
What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Wo'
Magnificent, baby
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