Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!   Sssssss..      [Billy Danze]   Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons   and half-steppers don't half-step, without protection   The rules of the game is, spit first   until you see his wig burst, before he flame his   You see a man gon' claim his   Duke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' ass   Niggaz see Burke on the conduit   in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick   Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun)   There'll never be a boo that understand what we got son   We've been down a long time   I'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline   BOM-BURST two times on top of the line   You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)   We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal   you could still shop for the 'Ville      {*various samples scratched*}      [Lil' Fame]   Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop   and the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hot   Keep the heat real close cause it's, dangerous   and the, game don't change Fame bang with this   It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest   of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)   All day, right back at you live   from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue   I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin   WHO fuckin with the rapper dude?   Don't even GOOO THERE   I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)   N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.   We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet   Glorious, come stomp on tour with us   (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+      {*various samples scratched*}      [Billy Danze]   Hey yo the game don't change only the players   I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers   We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)   Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits   Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire   Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)   Can't nobody change my two step   I'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em      [Lil' Fame]   What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned   Slugs flyin you realizin that it's your turn   Didn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM   (BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!   Them goons was hot on ya!   Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin   til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga   Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze!      {*various samples scratched*}