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(feat. M.O.P.) Yeah, Firing Squad, comin at you Question [Chorus x2: M.O.P.] [Fame] Do you want the rawness? [Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME? [Fame] Do you want the rawness? [Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME? [Verse One: Lil' Fame] We pulled up on the scene (mean) jumped off the Ninjas Stepped through the door and tore the shit off the hinges (SURRENDER!) Listen here, live niggaz stand up (THROW YO' HANDS UP, klak klak) keep 'em there (IT'S A SHOWDOWN) MC's get they caps twist Fuckin with this, lyricist, that rap with the lisp I'm only five feet, and about six inches But I'm still the first to burst the first nigga that flinches Manslaughter rappers by the alphabet (I'M OUT TO GET) A million plus, let my guns bust (THEN I'M OUT THIS SHIT) Write editorial, killin 'em dead Throwin these lyrical doe blows to the head that slaughter you It's the bell-ringin, gun-slingin, "Downtown Swingin" Brownsville slugger ex-mutha-for-ya-nucca SongtexteSo come correctly when testin this Memories of my enemies rest in piss [Chorus: Tef instead of Fame] [Verse Two: Teflon] Uhh, uhh I hit the public with a freestyle, rock them, left my mark Staked my claim up in this here game, Fame gave me the start Gettin hype yo, put it in nitro, goin psycho on the low A lot of y'all niggaz predicted that I might blow Whoever heard of me know I give tracks, 3rd degree burns Give me a turn to earn mine, hurt 'em internally Acapella, to keep it locked forever for this cheese Now Jay-Z what if they don't freeze, then I'ma Roc-A-Fella To all my lil' G's holdin steel on parole Who won't give a fuck, who smoke trees and take golden seals Who hold the 'Ville down, Home Team keep my chrome clean Catch me out there blowin for the cream (that's right) Never fold, some say I'm a role model behind the scenes All I want is the cream, a warm pussy and a cold bottle Y'all know my motto, bring it at them for the platinum Keep a tight ass, Danze, bring in the anthem [Chorus: Danze instead of Tef] [Verse Three: Billy Danze] Yo here we go again! (Here we go again) Ain't nuttin happenin Son (son) we just rappin to be rappin Hardcore is what we know, it's our life and our music We put it on wax, and the mainstream refuse it {? don't use it) to glamourfy the rest While we, the First Family is livin with stress We've been blessed, with infrared, to see through you My people got talent, that's un-believe-able (But still) they won't give us no leeway So we DECIDE to RIDE the M.O.P. way Dominatin (uhh) regulatin (yeahh) Non move fakin (yeahh) I'm talkin rapid record breakin (c'mon) You come across town from cute, and you'll find Bill In the 'Ville where it feels like Beirut SALUTE! Remember I'll dismember your legs The Firing Squad member need bread... Aus Songtexte Mania