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[intro]
all i wanted to do was rhyme n-gga you know say mic check 1-2-1-2-1-2 turn my mic up, check one two and the rest of that old punk sh-t motherf-ckers just ain’t care like i ain’t, like i ain’t really ’bout this sh-t c’mon. i’ma start off crime for these motherf-ckers

[chorus 2x: lil’ fame]
yo i’m a brownsvillain, chillin and i don’t give a f-ck about a k!llin cause i’m still in effect when you’re illin (c’mon! ho, ho, ho)

[lil’ fame over chorus]
check check, yo yo… uhh, uhh, get it…
[lil’ fame]
it’s some big boy game b-tch and i’m diesel, 8 years lethal it’s lil’ fame a/k/a clarence the 5th beatle i’m kosher, my paradigm is hebrew it’s +common sense+ dawg, i do it for +the people+ they don’t wanna rap in the session, with slap in the session that’s like standin by y-sser arafat in the session and the outcome is critical, no jokin smoked with 4-5’s but the sign said no smokin
[billy danze]
okay i see ’em (line it up, line it up) -ssemble your crew if he sharp (sign him up, sign him up) back to do what we do so for you (time is up, time is up) we, the legendary m
o
p. (the powers that, be) keep it crunk (and we) could give a f-ck (i see) your mouth bigger than your gun and your heart (it ain’t your role) you ain’t playin your part lil’ n-gga be smart, or get a hole pushed through the back of your tatters for thinkin that i’m average or soft

[chorus]
+ ad libs
[lil’ fame]
aiyyo your time is up (cause this mo’ peez) wisen up (m
o

p.!) we size ’em up, my n-ggas is live as f-ck we give ’em the whole thing, do you rotten (?) b-tch, we don’t wanna party wit’chall pardon me pah, sometimes i act r-t-rdedly pah pop one in your wig, two more in your body and heart on gp (n-gga) cause we don’t walk it out and talk it out we stalk ’em out and chalk ’em out (billy danze, whattup?)
[billy danze]
that’s my n-gga he understands real, that’s fizzy wo’ homey n-gga that understand bill, i keep it low so you never know how the man feel (the gangsta) got a different kind of appeal, you n-ggas ain’t really real i don’t cruise past you dudes, i hover over you fools makin you nauseous, i’m big with it b-tch i’m flawless the ‘ville sh-t is cordless, when out of town i’m down with it you clown n-ggas need to be cautious

[chorus]
+ ad libs

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