[Billy Danze]
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
They say that a man`s life, gon` be what it`s gon` be
So I switched the game around, and now it`s on me
(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
(You`re still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga`s finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..
Yo Bill, what`d you stop for man, what`d you stop for?
Teach `em, tell `em how you feel!
As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
I think back about cats, that have passed away
That`s why I feel more cursed than blessed
And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress
I`m a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won`t
wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
See it`s the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
A shootout, is like a common cold out here
That`s why I sit back and I laugh at y`all
When it`s crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y`all
I`m from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl
It`s where I realized it`s a cold world, after all
You hear me talkin to ya? I`m on some grown Danze shit
(You`ll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
able to tame my rage
A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
Take a look at me now; a born winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, can`t nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all he`s angry, he`ll) kill again!
{*beat changes*}
[Lil` Fame]
You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
Take two steps back it`s gon` hurt you pah!
Who the fuck talkin that they gon` hurt Jamal?
This ain`t no diamond-studded rapper, it`s the lover-stutter-slapper
Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
Fo`-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
With them O.G.`s in it, please don`t get your shit twisted
like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you can`t beat me
It`s the Womack, the extension of Danzini
We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
Who grindin, who thieves, but I`m lookin mean yo
with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep `em clean doe
I know the pros and cons so I married the game
Now it`s mommy`s little boy left to carry the name
I`m in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
Double (??), who the fuck gon` stop Fame?
Y`all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
Niggaz ain`t feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin
I`m the shit that felt good comin out of my pop`s semen
Hit the streets and thug with me
No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can`t fuck with me
Too many dick riders that`s quick to go blaow
But look bitch, I`ma let you know now
You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?
I`m what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
Cause I`m a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
Why don`t I-ah, dump back at your men
It`s M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
I ain`t clappin over your head
I`ma make sure I pop somethin through ya
Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
May the Lord be with you, game over, you`re dead
Motherfucker!
