[Lil' Fame] We comin at you live from the home of the pine box (hit 'em up) Every block, every boulevard (get 'em up) You know the name in the game (whattup doe) We still bang (bang) band (whattup doe) Up in the spot, you wild black at Down a couple of bottles and party, your pants sag (drunk) It's poppin off dawg (oh you gangsta with it) It's poppin off dawg (let's get gangsta with it)
[Billy Danze] Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts Try to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed And we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up 'Bout to, switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin I (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef (Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I...
[Chorus] Blow the horns on 'em {*2X*} ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em {*2X*} ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
[Lil' Fame] What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in And we let it out A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk So, act up if you want it Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800 F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack Brownsville where you at? .. Where you at?
[Billy Danze] BLAOW! Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong BLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on BLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm BLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God So now, we back nigga with straight bombs And.. in fact nigga it's napalm So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm Grippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame] Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine? This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards You know that old bullshit that we be on (WHATTUP!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama (AND I) tackle the track like you yapped my momma
[Billy Danze] I've been branded, and labelled a bandit Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit One motion, pull click ass clique I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit For y'all niggaz thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless I'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit So, I slay y'all you get what you pay for We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga
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[Billy Danze] Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts Try to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed And we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up 'Bout to, switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin I (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef (Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I...
[Chorus] Blow the horns on 'em {*2X*} ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em Blow the horns on 'em {*2X*} ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
[Lil' Fame] What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in And we let it out A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk So, act up if you want it Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800 F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack Brownsville where you at? .. Where you at?
[Billy Danze] BLAOW! Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong BLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on BLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm BLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God So now, we back nigga with straight bombs And.. in fact nigga it's napalm So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm Grippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame] Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine? This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards You know that old bullshit that we be on (WHATTUP!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama (AND I) tackle the track like you yapped my momma
[Billy Danze] I've been branded, and labelled a bandit Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit One motion, pull click ass clique I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit For y'all niggaz thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless I'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit So, I slay y'all you get what you pay for We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga
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