[Part I]

[Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)]

Come on

Come on

Rap dudes

Let's rap

Rap dudes... ha-ha

Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Yeah (Come on, motherfucker!)

See, I gave y'all a hour nigga

But now I want my shit back

(Bring it to they ass!)

Fizzy Womack (L.A)

I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass

Motherfuckerrrrr!!!!!

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]

Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)

No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude

You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital

We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you

And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you

Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude

B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool

Any and every individual, this can happen to

We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas

Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about

I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts

Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out

Silly motherfuckers gettin carried away

But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away

Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth (Earth!), nigga of the Sea (Sea!)

Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P

I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game

What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka

See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel

Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here)

All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch)

What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for?

And when it jump off don't ask did he know

Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Wo'

Magnificent, baby

[Part II]

[Interlude: Billy Danze]

Firing Squad

One of a kind niggas

Top of the line niggas, divine niggas (Illest)

My niggas... (Realest) B.D

You know my steez, nigga

You know my steez

M.O.P. (Fizzy Wo')

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]

Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin' born and raised

That's where we learn to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

(First Family) Suffer for days (Come on)

And we inherited them criminal ways

I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams

And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team

By the time I was thirteen (Thirteen!)

I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby

It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line

(Soldier Boy) Rapid firing greatest of all times, William Danze

Waitin for Shaq to get back (Welcome home my nigga), I done made plans

96% of this world don't know I exist

That's why my point is gettin missed

I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto

And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros

[Outro: Billy Danze]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Nigga

Ha ha