[Intro: Pete Rock] FM, Jay Stay Paid The hottest hour in hip-hop, you know who it is baby The boy Pete Rock And it's the revenge of Pay Jay Productions muh'fuckers
[Lil' Fame] {*scratched in background: "Yeah!"*} And you don't stop Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop J Dilla rock on you don't stop You don't stop, and you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop {*BOMB!*} J Dilla rock on you don't stop {*BOMB!*} You don't stop {*BOMB!*} you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Lil' Fame] It's like that and uh, it's like that and uh Uh-huh~! You fuckin with the Marxmen, and uh You fuck around and get left popped, in your bandana This is Mo. P's, A-B-G, Any Body Get-It From the moment I walked in (we go off top) My presence is felt, I'm light years ahead of myself See that ground that you stand Duke I'll put you under that Calm the fuck down homeboy you ain't a Thundercat Think you the illest nigga, I'ma tell you Fame realer Fame iller, now "Ante Up" bitch and pay Dilla Cause if heaven was a mile away (yeahhhhh) I'd jump in the V to come see ya, me and Termanology (That's whattup though!) And you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Interlude] Holla look back at your mans dog, 3-1-3, 4-4-4-4 4-2-8, peace {"Hands up"} Get up! {*scratched*} C'mon! C'mon kid, c'mon kid, c'mon yo
[Lil' Fame] For the year two thousand and nine It's the same old shit, niggaz out here out on the grind I run with them big shots, who let off four shots Let a full clip go as soon as soon as the ball drop It's a Marxmen Cinema team that's, seen this Hit a nigga with a package quick fast, sling this We'll, break yo' ass up, stomp you down It's Brownsville motherfucker we don't compromise We handle them bats like A-Rod, go 'head and play hard and find out what kind of bullshit we on It's the world's, most, dangerous Glorious victorious warriors from the left lung of the 'Ville Chill, before we send that forth back at ya {*ka-klow, pow*} Couple of slugs tossed back at ya Cause y'all know, like I know, who game realest It's the Fame and the Glory, but first pay Dilla Motherfucker! {*scratched: "Hands up" to end*}
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Pete Rock] FM, Jay Stay Paid The hottest hour in hip-hop, you know who it is baby The boy Pete Rock And it's the revenge of Pay Jay Productions muh'fuckers
[Lil' Fame] {*scratched in background: "Yeah!"*} And you don't stop Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop J Dilla rock on you don't stop You don't stop, and you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop {*BOMB!*} J Dilla rock on you don't stop {*BOMB!*} You don't stop {*BOMB!*} you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Lil' Fame] It's like that and uh, it's like that and uh Uh-huh~! You fuckin with the Marxmen, and uh You fuck around and get left popped, in your bandana This is Mo. P's, A-B-G, Any Body Get-It From the moment I walked in (we go off top) My presence is felt, I'm light years ahead of myself See that ground that you stand Duke I'll put you under that Calm the fuck down homeboy you ain't a Thundercat Think you the illest nigga, I'ma tell you Fame realer Fame iller, now "Ante Up" bitch and pay Dilla Cause if heaven was a mile away (yeahhhhh) I'd jump in the V to come see ya, me and Termanology (That's whattup though!) And you don't stop {*BOMB!*}
[Interlude] Holla look back at your mans dog, 3-1-3, 4-4-4-4 4-2-8, peace {"Hands up"} Get up! {*scratched*} C'mon! C'mon kid, c'mon kid, c'mon yo
[Lil' Fame] For the year two thousand and nine It's the same old shit, niggaz out here out on the grind I run with them big shots, who let off four shots Let a full clip go as soon as soon as the ball drop It's a Marxmen Cinema team that's, seen this Hit a nigga with a package quick fast, sling this We'll, break yo' ass up, stomp you down It's Brownsville motherfucker we don't compromise We handle them bats like A-Rod, go 'head and play hard and find out what kind of bullshit we on It's the world's, most, dangerous Glorious victorious warriors from the left lung of the 'Ville Chill, before we send that forth back at ya {*ka-klow, pow*} Couple of slugs tossed back at ya Cause y'all know, like I know, who game realest It's the Fame and the Glory, but first pay Dilla Motherfucker! {*scratched: "Hands up" to end*}
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