Die for the cause (*whispering*)
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Yeaaaah.. motherfuuuucker!
[ Lil` Fame ]
Feel the First Family energy, alright
Remember me? Lil` Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo` shit too
But you ain`t got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain`t got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz Faces Of Death
manslaughter, liver than camcorder
My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot a bitch
I`m bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming `YEAH WE LIKE IT RAW`
All wacks`ll get the best of it (right), give `em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographing bitches` breasteses
It`s the legendary M.O.P., we put it down everywhere we go
But you don`t hear me though!
[ Chorus ]
Stand clear.. notice ain`t nothing but soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause.. heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
BITCH! Die for the cause..
[ Billy Danze ]
It`s elementary, for a quarter of a century
In and outta penitentiaries
I survive, I am a survivor G
Got more slick shit with me than MacGyver see
I`m your rivalry, cousin ride with me
I`m the international cat that you tryna be
I am (REAL) (REAL) (REAL), yes awh
When I`m in the G-men stanze, it`s impossible to touch Danze
I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
I don`t know what you thought, but you gon` lose
I`m bad news.. saying turn me loose
Since Tupac got popped, who the fuck you think got the Juice?
Bill Danze, [DO IT FOR YOUR PEOPLE]
I got automatics [RACK] will fuck up your ego, in fact
Claim turf, whenever the lama`s quat
We hold down Brownsville like the motherfucking Tomahawks
[ Chorus ]
[ Lil` Fame ]
Smack a moose upside ya head, like Kobe when he mack in his broads
[IT`S] your maveranage
Watch who you approach nigga, `fore you get smoked nigga
I`m O.G. in this game, coach nigga
Straight loc` nigga, what the fuck you thought?
You get caught in the middle, tryna dribble on my court
When niggas [ACT SWEET] this nigga [CLAP HEAT]
Jack you when you wouldn`t put your brains in the backseat
[ Billy Danze ]
I`ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
Why the fuck you playing games with me
Make a nigga dust off his automatic and bang what you thought kids
[ IS IT REALLY BILLY DANZE? ] Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
Is to catch his ass [ ??? his ass ] and to jack his ass
You ain`t untouchable nigga for what it`s worth
I`m the greatest, grimiest, slimiest nigga on earth
[ Chorus ]
