[Lil' Fame]

Let's take it back to that real hip hop shit

Bring back. . . the spirit of Pac, Biggie, Pun, Big L

All in one

I introduce y’all to my nigga:

Reks! Come on!

[Reks]

This is historic rhetoric from the one R-E-K-S

Reborn through legends, giving a new breath to lungs

Spirit of Pun, L, Big, Makaveli the Don

(Lil' Fame: The flow timeless, salute to 5 hands!)

To hip hop honors greats too late

So on this tape I recreate what heaven took from us

Passion of Pac, the swag of anything Biggie drop

Big L’s non-stop shit on you talk

And Big Pun with the deli delivery that’ll lyrically

Top Super Lyrical, Ebonics I’m giving you

Kick in the Door, this Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z

Who listen to the greatest to write on 5 mics

(Lil' Fame: This is a representation of warriors monumental, follow me

Set it off for Pac!)

The revolution is on in this song, so holla Westside (Feel me!)

Pac’s like definition of a thug nigga that’s right

And to my enemies, get down on your knees

‘Cause if it’s beef we gon’ ride, Hail Mary!

If there’s a heaven for a G, picture me sippin’ Hennessy with B.I.G, Pun, L and Pac (ha-ha)

Up on the clouds on the block looking down Mama smile I know you proud of me now

I’m a O.G.! And to my homies don’t cry ‘cos we do or die pour a little O.E (Yeah nigga!)

Fuck the police! (fuck all y’all), on these streets

It’s Me Against the World, M.O.P

(Blow it up for Biggie Smalls)

The glorious Notorious, (Brooklyn nigga!)

Dead on trigger, (lift ya)

May you rest in pieces, your entourage tour with Jesus, Gucci fly

Mafioso Don with the Bad Boy logo, palm grippin' the Dom Pérignon (what)

Moschino buying, private jet flying

I’m like the black Frank White, ‘cause my game’s tight (right)

Brands and spokesmen strolling and get a bitch open

Hopin' I’ma hit her with the Trojan

Keep a box by the Glock on the dresser

Lifestyles to apply pressure, baby baby

(BX! Salute to Big Pun, come on. . .)

Punisher's ready, I got the machete in a Chevy

With the pistol as heavy as Heavy D, lyrics heavenly

Metaphors and melodies show you how to be a player like Bill Bellamy (ah shit)

My niggas known for felonies

Boogie Down New York the ground that I walk

Find you in the dark surround you with hawks

Act like you in charge (yo yo yo)

Terror is the squad, I’m a lethal mathematician

Adding up the cash, you're fishing

Rappers missing, poetry that so proficient

Known as the dopest written, vocal spitting

Rolling with the Puerto Rican coalition

All the focus missing, ¡pana!

You can't match my grammar, Scarface face like Montana

Test Pun and miss the manana

(We ‘bout to take it uptown, Harlem world, Big L, salute!)

Big L was D.I.T.C.'s truest

Been between more sheets than Klu Klux

Your rapper Big L would give two fucks

Ya ho love me too much

Never seen her grill without my two nuts

American gangster, Frank Lucas

You got the "how could he?" bling

I rock the "what's poppin' now?" ring

Money longer than Yao Ming

The Harlem City cat, with the hard gritty raps

You be all yappity-yap, my dogs really clap

I’ve got the fly gear and I like to fly Lears

All across states got your bitch payin’ my fares

Chill with the idea anybody compares

Nobody comes near, Big L, oh yeah

[Lil' Fame]

What up, what up

Statik Selektah, show off, show off

Their nigga Reks, their nigga Reks, their nigga Reks

Show off, show off yeah

Blaze P, Blaze P, Blaze P

Show off, show off

Ya nigga Fame, Ya nigga Fame, nigga Fame

Show off, show off

To the homies ride with me, look for my shit soon yeah