How About Some Hardcore

How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up twenty deep With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, your best bet is 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 (yeah) Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation I packs my gat, and I got to 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 motherfuckin' hammer And act like you want drama I send a message to your mama "Hello, do you know your one son left?" I am licensed 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 How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (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 It's Lil' Fame, muthafucker, slap, Lil' 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 motherfuckin .44's I'm thinkin' titles when it's showtime Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line I bust words in my words 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 that 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 hustle like 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) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) 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 motherfuckers 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? (Lil' Fame) Lil' Fame who? (Lil' 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 How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw) Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster To them wack motherfuckers, 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 -aroni 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 Lil' Fame'll make you famous I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough 'Cause I'm in effect, knockin' motherfuckers like five-o I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin' I roll deep like a motherfuckin Puerto-Rican So when I write my competition looks sadly No punk-ass niggas, I make it happen like Mariah Carey I got shit for niggas that roll bold Lil' Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul I'ma kill 'em before I duck 'em Because yo, mother made 'em, mother had 'em and motherfuck 'em Knowmsayin? Lil' Fame up in this motherfucker Givin' shoutouts to my man DR Period Big Kid, Lazy Laz My man Broke Ass Moe The whole Saratoga Ave., you know what I'm sayin'? Representin' for Brooklyn Most of all, my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace Danzenie up in this motherfucker I'd like to say what's up to the whole MOP Brooklyn, period Them niggas that just don't give a fuck Bet yo' ass, nigga Hey yo, this motherfuckin' Babyface Nelson Aka O.G. Bu-Bang Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole motherfuckin' MOP, boy