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 [Billy Danze]
 Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons
 and half-steppers don't half-step, without protection
 The rules of the game is, spit first
 until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
 You see a man gon' claim his
 Duke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' ass
 Niggaz see Burke on the conduit
 in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick
 Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun)
 There'll never be a boo that understand what we got son
 We've been down a long time
 I'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline
 BOM-BURST two times on top of the line
 You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
 We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal
 you could still shop for the 'Ville

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 [Lil' Fame]
 Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop
 and the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hot
 Keep the heat real close cause it's, dangerous
 and the, game don't change Fame bang with this
 It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
 of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
 All day, right back at you live
 from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
 I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin
 WHO fuckin with the rapper dude?
 Don't even GOOO THERE
 I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)
 N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.
 We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet
 Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
 (M.O.P.!) We, Warriorz

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 [Billy Danze]
 Hey yo the game don't change only the players
 I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers
 We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)
 Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
 Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
 Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
 Can't nobody change my two step
 I'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em

 [Lil' Fame]
 What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned
 Slugs flyin you realizin that it's your turn
 Didn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM
 (BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!
 Them goons was hot on ya!
 Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin
 til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga
 Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze