(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World`s Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here.
Chorus: Lil` Fame (Billy Danze)
Its a (cold world) show nuf
Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm
Slum ass wanna be hard ass nigga
Coldball butter-soft lard ass nigga
*repeat*
Verse One: Billy Danze
Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop
Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot
Post up at the biggest crack spots
Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots
(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real
Fuck around you get your death wish from Bill(D-yea)
This cat sucker got the wrong idea
(He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here?
I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hide
Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do
I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I`m sliding through
I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger)
Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn`s illest niggers
(Damn) I`m so deep in the game
I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz pain
(I`ve been ya) Quick, I think there`s gonna be conflict
If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)
Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kind
Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It`s a...
Chorus
Verse 2: Lil` Fame
(Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn)
Guerilla warfare all across the land
If they break the code of silence (leave em all dead)
And fools take a fall when I call (code red)
More people travellin, like immigrants
But on the low with the most dominant (most infinite)
Lost in your track so I act innocent
But on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorant
Raised by an army of THUGS
who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest
And I, happen to be the youngest
Twenty-two years of being brave as a lion
And that`s, with or without the iron
Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA)
Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure)
I ain`t gotta teach a fucking family to bury me
You think your bullshit worry me?
Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humble
Fools be on point when its time for the rumble
W-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya)
With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista)
Chorus
Verse 3
Billy Danze: We gonna put this bullshit to a cease
Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the fucking beast
I figured it out from the start
And since I laid my mother to rest
I been blessed with these cold heart
(If it ain`t our beef) Don`t touch
(If he`s against us) Fuck him, (If he ain`t with us) Fuck him
(We be aight, nigga) That`s right, nigga
(We tight, nigga) What`s more
(When we don`t like niggaz) We`ll invite niggaz to war
Lil` Fame: And believe we`ve got lead to give em
Thugs that perform massacres, like nazism
This living mechanism, study living to the end
Discombobulation, then I`m Gone With the Wind (begin)
My men been, through hard times
That`s what you find when you don`t do my family all kind
(Make moves) I`ma play the background when its gat time
I`ma hit you with the flatline
Chorus
*spoken over Fame yelling:*
Yeah, I`m done. You motherfuckers said you wanted to see me, right?
See me now, motherfuckers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow!
Motherfuckers. I told you cold world motherfucker. Bow, motherfucker!
What you gotta say now, motherfucker? You a bad motherfucker?
Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run?
Bow, motherfucker! I`ll see you at your funeral motherfucker
You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, nigga, for life)
Motherfucker. Aiyo, come on son.
*talkin fades*
