here now it's on here."
Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl.
(Uh) You know what I mean.
Bizzy Womack back up in this motherfucker. (Firing Squad,
nigga.)
No I ain't went nowhere,
nigga. Fucking with the best.
(Oh yeah, to the death.) Stare into
the same ?marked ass?
(Firing Squad, nigga.) I know what the fuck
I'm talking about.
(Go 'head, nigga, go ahead,
go 'head nigga)
Verse one: Lil Fame
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
You done started a war here,
now its on (YEAH)
What the fuck, NIGGA?
You thought you was gonna slide,
you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you
got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds,
then I brain wash em
Watch Fame squash em
Look what I brought to ya
And when I'm gone do ya
Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH
Keep deep fo cus,
the locust of war raps
Hard Fizzy Womack
Set it off like them for Bronx
(Borrow lives!) Roll this
thug
(Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts
to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
Anaconda, wanna take me un der
For jealousy, Goddamn yo
it makes me wonder
But the path I follow been blessed
From my certificate of like,
to my. certificate of death
Chorus
motherfuck
ing world to a standstill
William Danz- ini don't you know
this man will?
(Move on em!) D- yea
take action
(Step to em!) Straight blasting
Ghetto predator slash retarded
motherfucker
Enables me to be one cold-
hearted motherfucker
Start it motherfucker
(Come on) I leave no traces
(Come on) Run up,
I blow your ass back seven paces
(Feel the pressure as we
step in the place.)
Pump one in your face
(Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me,
believe me
One of them guys that specialize
in (master illusions)
Vanishing in the wind
After commiting a sin
Then, I'm laying low till another day
As for your crew, I send them to you when I come
through at the wake
(That's right!) Them
promise to always roll with you
So nigga I'ma send they soul with you
Get the fuck
outta here!
Chorus
for casters
For full blasters
Survivers that dealt with disaster
Master the plans that twist YA
Cocks back, dismiss ya
Aroused by this too- down
militant militia
Listen, niggaz tend to think
your soft when you rap
And that will provoke
Fame to busting a cap
You can 't hide from death
(Nah!) You'll be found with
your neck in a noose
stripped for you life,
hung form ?scratch?
Billy Danze: Now if I step
up in your chest
(Give you cardiac arrest!)
Convert you into a mess
(You been blessed!)
(Damn!) I don't waste time
I bust mine
To splatter ya
First of all, your small,
your not even my calibre
(So get up in they ass!)
Niggaz, taking blasts
(Aiyo lets take it to they ass!)
Son, we gotta do this right
(The Marksmen) From the Marx'
Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs
Leave you so called
thugs laying in junk
(bow, bow,
bow, bow,
bow,
bow, bow, bow)
Chorus
M.o.p. 
