G Building M.O.P.

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[Lil Fame]
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But ain't, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin, we still blazin
Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy