Rawness Teflon (Ft. M.O.P.)

Yeah, Firing Squad, comin at you
Question

[Hook 2X: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?

[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
We pulled up on the scene (mean) jumped off the Ninjas
Stepped through the door and tore the shit off the hinges
(SURRENDER!) Listen here, live niggas stand up
(THROW YO' HANDS UP, klak klak) keep 'em there
(IT'S A SHOWDOWN) MC's get they caps twist
Fuckin with this, lyricist, that rap with the lisp
I'm only five feet, and about six inches
But I'm still the first to burst the first nigga that flinches
Manslaughter rappers by the alphabet (I'M OUT TO GET)
A million plus, let my guns bust (THEN I'm OUT THIS SHIT)
Write editorial, killin 'em dead
Throwin these lyrical doe blows to the head that slaughter you
It's the bell-ringin, gun-slingin, "Downtown Swingin"
Brownsville slugger ex-mugger, for ya nucca
So come correctly when testin this
Memories of my enemies rest in piss