Anticipation

«This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore»
Firing Squad, firing hard
«This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore»
Firing Squad, firing hard
«This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore»
Firing Squad, firing hard
«This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore»
Firing Squad, firing hard
I’m top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth
Ring, ding
Ring ding M.O.P. comin through
Guns and roses, hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real
Say what, say what, say what, I’m packin blue steel, drama lord
Heistmaster
Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska
F A G’s get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. to the death kid
Yeah, cock and squeeze…
I’m here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews
In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues
To get rid of you fly talk
Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down, whenever I’m in the town
And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd
I’m dedicated, never been over challenged
My over violent, lyrics’ll knock you over balance
I whet emcees like Vietnamese, but yet they freeze
Like coke when they provoke me to squeeze
Lil Fame represent the turf
Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth
split ya,
Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I’m just comin through
To a hip hop spot near you
HOOK
Yo it’s the World’s Famous
Niggas born to kill
From the ill side of town
So you best get your steel
It’s ill
The street life is real son
You shouldn’t have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool
Stick To Ya Gunz
Now
Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child
Representin for ill crews and
Kid I ain’t got nothing to lose
I been there
To my peoples up in them shavs
Up in them Javs
Bring it back
CLAK, CLAK
Salute
Raise hell…
I believe you don’t, yep
But you can’t fuck around
It take alot to have actual natural sound
Motherfucker we didn’t leave
We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve
Please, we don’t roll deep, we squeeze
Predict to flip, I’ll have enough niggas around to sink a fuckin ship
WHAT I feel is WHAT I do
And G, I see I might hafta straighten your ass out too
I wish I would let a nigga take mine
Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line
«Hardcore» raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw
Like the late great Prince LeRoy
When my nigga was on the scene
More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine
Fool, where the steel start to ruckus
Kill a whole heap of you you motherfuckers…
HOOK