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"How About Some Hardcore"

[Hook - Billy Danzenie]:
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?

[Verse One: Billy Danzenie]
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best bet is to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullsh*t, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta 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 muthaf*ckin' hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license 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'

[Hook - Li'l Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?

[Verse Two: Li'l Fame]
(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
Is Li'l Fame, muthaf*cker, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
n*ggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop n*ggas like drawers
n*ggas'll hit the floors from the muthaf*ckin .44's
I'm talkin titles when it's showtime
f*ck around, I have n*ggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my verse that'll serve
Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs
I ain't about givin n*ggas a chance
And I still write sh*t to 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, that's unlike n*ggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin n*ggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more

[Hook - Billy Danzenie]:
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

[Verse Three: Billy Danzenie]
Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, c*cksucker
That n*gga Bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You muthaf*ckas gonna know
That I ain't nothin to f*ck with - duck quick
I squeeze when I'm stressed
Them teflons'll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (n*ggas 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, me, Billy Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Li'l Fame)
Li'l Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your n*gga)
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 f*ckin' 30) that means I'm homicidal

[Hook - Li'l Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

[Verse FourL Li'l Fame]:
Yo, I scream on n*ggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthaf*ckas, go hang it up like a poster
n*ggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin n*ggas' heads to the white meat
Try to trash this, this little bast*rd'll blast it
Only puttin n*ggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phony, I put the 'mack' in the -roni
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 Li'l Fame'll make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthaf*ckas like five-o
I'm catchin other n*ggas peepin', sh*t, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a muthaf*ckin' Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-ass n*ggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got sh*t for n*ggas that roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'mma kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthaf*ck em

[ Li'l Fame ]
Li'l Fame up in this muthaf*cka
Givin shoutouts to my man D.R. Period
Lazy Laz
My man Broke Ass Moe
The whole Saratoga Ave
Representin for Brooklyn
Most of all my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace
[ Billy Danzenie ]
Danzenie up in this muthaf*cka
I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P
Brooklyn, period
Them n*ggas that just don't give a f*ck
[ O.G. Bu-Bang
Bet yo ass, n*gga
Hey yo, this muthaf*ckin Babyface Nelson
Aka O.G. Bu-Bang
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole muthaf*ckin M.O.P. boyyeee

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