Blood Sport

[Intro: Pete Rock]

FM, Jay Stay Paid

The hottest hour in hip-hop, you know who it is baby

The boy Pete Rock

And it's the revenge of Pay Jay Productions muh'fuckers

[Intro: Lil' Fame]

{*scratched in background: "Yeah!"*}

And you don't stop

Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop

J Dilla rock on you don't stop

You don't stop, and you don't stop {*BOMB!*}

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

Lil' Fame in the house, you don't stop {*BOMB!*}

J Dilla rock on you don't stop {*BOMB!*}

You don't stop {*BOMB!*} you don't stop {*BOMB!*}

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]

It's like that and uh, it's like that and uh

Uh-huh~! You fuckin with the Marxmen, and uh

You fuck around and get left popped, in your bandana

This is Mo. P's, A-B-G, Any Body Get-It

From the moment I walked in (we go off top)

My presence is felt, I'm light years ahead of myself

See that ground that you stand Duke I'll put you under that

Calm the fuck down homeboy you ain't a Thundercat

Think you the illest nigga, I'ma tell you Fame realer

Fame iller, now "Ante Up" bitch and pay Dilla

Cause if heaven was a mile away (yeahhhhh)

I'd jump in the V to come see ya, me and Termanology

(That's whattup though!) And you don't stop {*BOMB!*}

[Chorus]

{"Too damn dough! Yeah"} Dilla

Yeah, J Dilla whattup... WHATTUP~?!

[Interlude]

Holla look back at your mans dog, 3-1-3, 4-4-4-4

4-2-8, peace

{"Hands up"} Get up! {*scratched*} C'mon!

C'mon kid, c'mon kid, c'mon yo

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]

For the year two thousand and nine

It's the same old shit, niggas out here out on the grind

I run with them big shots, who let off four shots

Let a full clip go as soon as soon as the ball drop

It's a Marxmen Cinema team that's, seen this

Hit a nigga with a package quick fast, sling this

We'll, break yo' ass up, stomp you down

It's Brownsville motherfucker we don't compromise

We handle them bats like A-Rod, go 'head and play hard

And find out what kind of bullshit we on

It's the world's, most, dangerous

Glorious victorious warriors from the left lung of the 'Ville

Chill, before we send that forth back at ya

{*ka-klow, pow*} Couple of slugs tossed back at ya

Cause y'all know, like I know, who game realest

It's the Fame and the Glory, but first pay Dilla

Motherfucker! {*scratched: "Hands up" to end*}