Fly Nigga Hill Figga Songtext - M.O.P.

Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)

We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ
(Don't try) NIGGAZ
Do or DIE NIGGAZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA
*repeat*

Verse one: Lil Fame'

We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack!
To the history of rap
From the history, of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
(William and) Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
What it look like, when they on the pipe?
Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread
When you down and out, people turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
Hold that down,
As I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty smile, like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
I got family from CI to B'ville

We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
We dedicated to dominating the same shit
Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do
(You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew
If I'm after you, it's on
Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on!) So now you remember me
It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD

Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze*

Verse three:

Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased
*pause* REST IN PEACE
Ya', (Ya') Still with me
And I still keep old feel with me
I'm dedicated to the game
Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain
A Brooklyn ?fugitive?
I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner

Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines
(The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
You know my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole clips
So tell your man tsop flinchin
Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin
(Firing Squad) With the same tale
(The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes*
*beat to fade*

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