M.o.p. - My n***a Hillfigga lyrics

"i'm gonna let these motherf**ers know something." Chorus: lil' fame (billy danze) We happen to be, them live n***az (don't try) n***az Do or die n***az Fizzy womack, y'all, true hillfigga One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, n***a *repeat* Verse one: lil fame' We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack! To the history of rap From the history, of street misery The brownsville, brooklyn, vietnamese (william and) womack, pa It's known that you get your sh** blown back, pa The hill is still real, we own that, pa (co*k back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa What it look like, when they on the pipe? Slinging the same as fame getting cream all night (gotta get my hustle on) go 'head Cause i know what it be like, when you got no bread When you down and out, people turn they back at you Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you I got gratitude, baby i ain't mad at you I bet you that p**y is stink as your attitude Hold that down, As i step off, no frown Keep that pretty smile, like always Some people getting f**ed up in these raw days But they can be left to stretch in they hallways I got family from ci to b'ville We fear no evil, b**h n***a, we real (now slide) slide Before i turn this conversation, into a motherf**ing homicide Chorus: billy danze (lil fame) *change 4th line to: william berkuance, live (hillfigga)* Verse two: billy danze Now i don't know if you remember me, it's (william berkuance) From downtown swingin and slinging is no sh** Watch these real n***az, move crowds While you pathetic, dibetic a** n***az ain't allowed I'm not a gangster, and i won't lie I've always been afraid to die (so when worst come to worst) i'll back my sh** out first I'll feel better in an elderado, than in a herse When its time to roll you know where them thugs at (first family!) , you know where my love's at Give up to my peers who survived through the blood, sweat, and tears Here to a hundred years We won't change or switch or aim or pitch! We dedicated to dominating the same sh** Holla-holler! i know what i may have to do (you know my motto!) walk past and slash your crew If i'm after you, it's on Keep your head up, cause i won't let up till your a** is gone (come on!) so now you remember me It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, bd Chorus: *first 1/2 lil' fame, second 1/2 billy danze* Verse three: Lil' fame: can i hear silence? for the peops thats deceased *pause* rest in peace Ya', (ya') still with me And i still keep old feel with me I'm dedicated to the game Whether its the streets or this rap thing, i'm gon' maintain A brooklyn ?fugitive? I'm the judge(what?!), jury (what?!), and the executioner Billy danze: i'm used to, the automatic machines (the heavy calibre) and the bloody crime scenes You know my name, i've been trained to flip From the environment where they be firing whole clips So tell your man stop flinchin Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin (firing squad) with the same tale (the last of the best) and we saved the best for last *echoes* *beat to fade*