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Uhh, uhh... |
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Uhh, uhh... |
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M.o.p. in the house kid |
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Blau! you knowhatimsayin, check this out |
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Lil fame's a trigga nigga |
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Billy danze a trigga nigga |
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Aight? keepin it real |
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Brownsville still nigga |
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[lil fame] |
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Lil fame, a young ass nigga wit talent |
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Thug that move silent, but still remain violent |
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The brownsville slugger take the m-1 it's truth |
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General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute |
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[billy danze] |
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Billy danze, index finger exerciser |
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Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor |
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Raise your right and i'll blaze the living proof |
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The godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute |
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[lil fame] |
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Since we came here we got to show and prove |
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The m.o.p. is rugged never smooth |
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We tearin this shit down just like construction |
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Flip like kilos, with this primo production |
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[billy danze] |
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No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor |
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Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor |
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And this year, here, niggas can't compare |
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Spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with premier |
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[lil fame] |
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Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit |
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A code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted |
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Mr. danzenie and the fame stayin true to this game |
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Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta |
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M.o.p. guranteed to keep bringin this dopeness |
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For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters |
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On all coastses, north to south, east to west |
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Got high clientele for shit you least expect |
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[billy danze] |
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M.o.p. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me |
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Still grippin mo' steel, a machine gun deli |
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I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate |
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And sellin shit that i won't tolerate |
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Wsup?! my whole team's in the house |
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The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5's in your fucking mouth |
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Same ones, burner on blaze |
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Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang... |