(sample)This is what you waited all year for  the hardcore
 Firing Squad! Firing Hard!

 I'm top of the line  realistic and rugged never smooth
 Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through
 Guns and roses  hit 'em hit 'em up kid
 For real!
 Say what  say what  say what?
 I'm packing blue steel
 Drama lord  ice master  quick to blast ya
 Thoroughbreds with hearts cold as Alaska
 F A G's get bust down to they knees
 M.O.P. to the death kid
 Yeah, cock then squeeze

 (Lil' Fame)
 I'm here to make moves and never fake moves
 I like to break fools in half, put 'em on they ass
 If they never paid dues
 It's time! To get rid of your fly talk
 Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the next stain on the sidewalk
 I make 'em simmer down whenever I'm in the town
 Speak for my love thug niggas in the ground
 I'm dedicated, never been over-challenged
 My over-violent lyrics will knock you off of balance
 I'll wet MC's like Vietnamese
 But yet they freeze like coke
 When they provoke me to squeeze
 Lil' Fame represent the turf
 With thugs so hard they put scars on the face of the Earth
 Out to hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya!
 Fuck a frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture
 So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness
 Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you

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 Yo, it's the world's famous niggas born to kill
 From the ill side of town, so you best get your steel
 It's ill, the street life is real son
 You shouldn't have to go get a _______ fool
 Stick to ya guns!
 Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto child
 Representing for ill crews, and
 Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
 I been there, to my peoples up in them cells
 Up in them jails, ringing bells
 Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise hell!!

 (Billy Danze)
 I believe you're dope (dope) yep (yep)
 But you can't fuck around (fuck around)
 And take a lock to half actual natural sound
 Damn bad! Motherfucker we didn't leave
 We just laid back in the cut
 Stuck some shit up our sleeve
 Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze
 But make to flip
 I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fucking ship
 What! I feel is What! I do
 And G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out too
 I wish I would let a nigga take mine
 When my niggas is niggas that live on the front line
 The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy
 Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy
 When my nigga was on the scene
 More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine
 From the Hill part fool where they still start the ruckus
 Firing Squad!!
 Kill a whole heap of you motherfuckers

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