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Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga But now I want my shit back, bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A. I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass, motherfucka Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash) No actor dude, snap a dude (Brownsville) You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin' you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another nigga drop, tryin' to stop drug traffic dude B-Boy's employed decoys just to trap a fool Any and every individual this can happen too We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas 'Cuz ain't no tellin' what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehendin' ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away 'Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of sea Nigga of the sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big Willie like I'm runnin' this game What I can play, Lil' Fame like a mothafucka Say why ya rollin', I'm patrolin', man God on steel Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here) All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch) What you inchin' for, what ya flinchin' fo'? (Clack clack) And when it jump off, don't ask did he know Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe, magnificent baby Firing Squad, one of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas Divine niggas illest, My niggas, you know my steez nigga You know my steez, M.O.P., Fizzy Woe Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin' born and raised That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze (First Family) Suffer for days (Come on) And we inheritin' them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team By the time I was thirteen (Thirteen) I got myself a 318 and startin' makin' moves, baby It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line (Soldier Boy) Rapid fire the greatest of all time We 'em dance, waitin' for Shaq to get back (Welcome home my nigga) I done made plans, 96% of this world don't know I exist That's why my point is gettin' missed I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros, nigga