[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
You niggas fakin'
I'm not your regular rap singer
A bell ringer, yeah, a DOWNTOWN SWINGA'
And if I got to use my pistol to dismiss you herbs
With something to prove
Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
It's Billy Danze, holding up the slack
So jump if you want chump, cause I bust caps
CLACK CLACK! Salute to all my CD's
Hill figga' nigga drink brew and puff weed
Yeah we like it raw, plus we keep it real
The B-I-Double L-Y, and what you feel?
That I will flip the script and fled from the scene
I'm still in the 'ville, I'm still with my home team
Coming through with the crew, you can't accept it
From CROOKLYN! Home where it's definitely hectic
Before rapping I was capping, 1-7-1-8 gun slinger
Bill, a Downtown Swinga'
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
It's 1994 motherfuckers gets slayed
And my freestyles are no longer freestyles
Cause now I'm getting paid
I be the same Lil' Fame, ain't a damn thing changed
Except I smoke a $20 bag of weed a day
The downtown swinga', the ex-crack slinger
The ruckus bringer, the motherfucking bell ringer
Cause Lil' Fame ain't taking the bull
And when I die make sure you
Bury me with a cassette of Paid in Full
Kid, fuck all the flamma-lamma
I'm from the place where niggas be jumping up out of the bammas
Clapping niggas with the hammers
Enemies squeeze triggers, niggas get bumped off and dumped off
So I'm strapped to clap whenever the shit jump off
My missions is letting competition know the deal
Who we be (M.O.P REPRESENTING THE REAL)
You see it, I be it, and at the same time bring a
Ruckus sound for ground, it's the DOWNTOWN SWINGA'
You niggas fakin'
I'm not your regular rap singer
A bell ringer, yeah, a DOWNTOWN SWINGA'
And if I got to use my pistol to dismiss you herbs
With something to prove
Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
It's Billy Danze, holding up the slack
So jump if you want chump, cause I bust caps
CLACK CLACK! Salute to all my CD's
Hill figga' nigga drink brew and puff weed
Yeah we like it raw, plus we keep it real
The B-I-Double L-Y, and what you feel?
That I will flip the script and fled from the scene
I'm still in the 'ville, I'm still with my home team
Coming through with the crew, you can't accept it
From CROOKLYN! Home where it's definitely hectic
Before rapping I was capping, 1-7-1-8 gun slinger
Bill, a Downtown Swinga'
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
It's 1994 motherfuckers gets slayed
And my freestyles are no longer freestyles
Cause now I'm getting paid
I be the same Lil' Fame, ain't a damn thing changed
Except I smoke a $20 bag of weed a day
The downtown swinga', the ex-crack slinger
The ruckus bringer, the motherfucking bell ringer
Cause Lil' Fame ain't taking the bull
And when I die make sure you
Bury me with a cassette of Paid in Full
Kid, fuck all the flamma-lamma
I'm from the place where niggas be jumping up out of the bammas
Clapping niggas with the hammers
Enemies squeeze triggers, niggas get bumped off and dumped off
So I'm strapped to clap whenever the shit jump off
My missions is letting competition know the deal
Who we be (M.O.P REPRESENTING THE REAL)
You see it, I be it, and at the same time bring a
Ruckus sound for ground, it's the DOWNTOWN SWINGA'
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