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How About Some Hardcore

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How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)

For the fellas on the corner posted up twenty deep

With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip

Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick

You got skill, your best bet is to chill

And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill

With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya

Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty "The Enforcer"

I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation (yeah)

Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation

I packs my gat, and I got to stay strapped

I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind

Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep

I see right now, I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet

Go get your motherfuckin' hammer

And act like you want drama

I send a message to your mama

"Hello, do you know your one son left?"

I am licensed to kill and he had been marked for death

He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome

I left him stiffer than a tombstone

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)

I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin' heavy metal

A rugged underground freestyler

It's Lil' Fame, muthafucker, slap, Lil' Mallet

When I let off, it's a burning desire

Niggas increase the peace 'cause when I release it be rapid fire

For the cause, I drop niggas like drawers

Niggas'll hit the floors from the motherfuckin .44's

I'm thinkin' titles when it's showtime

Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line

I bust words in my words that'll serve

Even on my first nerve, I put herbs to curbs

I ain't about givin' niggas a chance

And I still raise shit that make my brother wanna get up and dance

Front, I make it a thrill to kill

Bringin' the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real

Me and mics hustle like niggas and dykes

So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice

Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more (yeah)

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

Yo, here I am (so what up?) Get it on, cocksucker

That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother

I gets dough from the way I flow

You motherfuckers gonna know

That I ain't nothin to fuck with, duck quick

I squeeze when I'm stressed

Them teflons'll tear through your vest

I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)

You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)

B-I-L-L-Y D-A-N-Z-E-N-I-E

(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Lil' Fame)

Lil' Fame who? (Lil' Fame, your nigga)

Boom, ease up off the trigger

It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights

Together we bring the ruckus, right?

We trump tight, aight?

I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title

(7 fuckin 30) that means I'm homicidal

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)

Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster

To them wack motherfuckers, go hang it up like a poster

Niggas get excited, but don't excite me

Don't invite me, I'm splittin' niggas' heads where the white be

Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it

Only puttin' niggas in comas and caskets

I ain't a phoney, I put the "mack" in -aroni

I leave you lonely (yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)

Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless

We came to claim this, and Lil' Fame'll make you famous

I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough

'Cause I'm in effect, knockin' motherfuckers like five-o

I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin'

I roll deep like a motherfuckin Puerto-Rican

So when I write my competition looks sadly

No punk-ass niggas, I make it happen like Mariah Carey

I got shit for niggas that roll bold

Lil' Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul

I'ma kill 'em before I duck 'em

Because yo, mother made 'em, mother had 'em and motherfuck 'em

Lil' Fame up in this motherfucker

Givin' shoutouts to my man DR Period

My man Broke Ass Moe

The whole Saratoga Ave., you know what I'm sayin'?

Representin' for Brooklyn

Most of all, my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace

Danzenie up in this motherfucker

I'd like to say what's up to the whole MOP

Them niggas that just don't give a fuck

Hey yo, this motherfuckin' Babyface Nelson

Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole motherfuckin' MOP, boy

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How About Some Hardcore

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