Текст песни M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore

Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1993
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: M.O.P.
Альбом: Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1993
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[ Billy Danzenie ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, you best manage to chill And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer' I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet Go get your muthafuckin hammer And act like you want drama I send a message to your mama 'Hello, do you know your one son left? I had license to kill and he had been marked for death He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome I left him stiffer than a tombstone' [ Li'l Fame ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) How about some hardcore? [ VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal A rugged underground freestyler Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet When I let off, it's a burning desire Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire For the cause I drop niggas like drawers Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's I'm talkin titles when it's showtime Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line I bust words in my verse that'll serve Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs I ain't about givin niggas a chance And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance Front, I make it a thrill to kill Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more (Yeah!) [ Billy Danzenie ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) [ VERSE 3: Billy Danzenie ] Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother I gets dough from the way I flow And before I go You muthafuckas gonna know That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick I squeeze when I'm stressed Them teflons'll tear through your vest I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half) You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.) B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e n-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie (Knock, knock) Who's there? (Li'l Fame) Li'l Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your nigga) Boom! Ease up off the trigger It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights Together we bring the ruckus, right? We trump tight, aight? I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title (7 fuckin 30) that means I'm homicidal [ Li'l Fame ] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x) [ VERSE 4: Li'l Fame ] Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster Niggas get excited, but don't excite me Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads where the white be Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets I ain't a phoney, I put the 'mack' in a -roni I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie) Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough Cause I'm in effect, knockin
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