[Hook: KRS sample - MCs Act Like They Don't Know]
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
[Bridge 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
I'm Top of the Line, realistic, get Rugged Neva Smoove
Ring Ding
Ring Ding, M.O.P. comin' through
Guns N Roses
Hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real
Say what, say what, say what
I'm packin Blue Steel
Drama Lord
Heistmaster
Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska
F.A.G's get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. To the Death, kid
Yeah, cock and squeeze...
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
I'm here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews
In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues
It's time To get rid of you fly talk
Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down, whenever I'm in the town
And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd
I'm dedicated, never been over challenged
My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance
I whet emcees like Vietnamese
But yet they freeze like coke when they provoke me to squeeze
Lil Fame represent the turf
Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth
Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya
Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I'm just comin through
To a hip-hop spot near you
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)
Firing Squad, firing hard
[Bridge 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
I'm Top of the Line, realistic, get Rugged Neva Smoove
Ring Ding
Ring Ding, M.O.P. comin' through
Guns N Roses
Hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real
Say what, say what, say what
I'm packin Blue Steel
Drama Lord
Heistmaster
Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska
F.A.G's get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. To the Death, kid
Yeah, cock and squeeze...
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
I'm here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews
In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues
It's time To get rid of you fly talk
Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down, whenever I'm in the town
And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd
I'm dedicated, never been over challenged
My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance
I whet emcees like Vietnamese
But yet they freeze like coke when they provoke me to squeeze
Lil Fame represent the turf
Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth
Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya
Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I'm just comin through
To a hip-hop spot near you
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