Anticipation

[Hook: KRS sample - MCs Act Like They Don't Know]

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

[Bridge 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]

I'm Top of the Line, realistic, get Rugged Neva Smoove

Ring Ding

Ring Ding, M.O.P. comin' through

Guns N Roses

Hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real

Say what, say what, say what

I'm packin Blue Steel

Drama Lord

Heistmaster

Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska

F.A.G's get bust down to they knees

M.O.P. To the Death, kid

Yeah, cock and squeeze...

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]

I'm here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews

In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues

It's time To get rid of you fly talk

Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk

I make 'em simmer down, whenever I'm in the town

And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd

I'm dedicated, never been over challenged

My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance

I whet emcees like Vietnamese

But yet they freeze like coke when they provoke me to squeeze

Lil Fame represent the turf

Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth

Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya

Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture

So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I'm just comin through

To a hip-hop spot near you

[Hook]

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

[Bridge 2: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]

Yo it's the World's Famous

Niggas Born to Kill

From the Illside of Town

So you best get your steel

It's ill

The street life is real son

You shouldn't have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool

Stick to Ya Gunz

Now

Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child

Representin for ill crews and

Kid, I ain't got Nothin' 2 Lose

I been there

To my peoples up in them cells

Up in them jail

Bring it back

CLACK-CLACK

Salute

Raise hell...

[Verse 2: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)]

I believe you don't (don't), yep (yep)

But you can't fuck around (fuck around)

It take alot to have actual natural sound

(STAND BACK) Motherfucker we didn't leave

We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve

(Please) We don't roll deep, we squeeze

Predict to flip, I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fuckin ship

WHAT I feel is WHAT I do

And G, I see I might hafta straighten your ass out too

I wish I would let a nigga take mine

Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line

(Hardcore) Raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw

Like the late great Prince LeRoy (Yeah)

When my nigga was on the scene

More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine

(From the ill parks) Fool, where the steel start to ruckus

Kill a whole heap of you you motherfuckers...

[Hook]

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard

(This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore)

Firing Squad, firing hard