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[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Why y'all niggas insist to fuck with Lil' Fame?
I analyze the streets, spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand, put your ass on mute
I remind niggas of that blue steel that you grip
And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna ride with me? Collide with me?
Be accessories to homicide with me?
(First Family!) Who I hang with, bang with
Spit flames with the handful of niggas that I came with
I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan for the man
If you ever caught me slippin'
You would stop me, won't you? Pop me, won't you?
But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass, bitch, don't you?
My family strong, your moms don't need this
Start breathing before you catch one and yo ass get deleted
[Chorus]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my codefendant Womack
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Giuliani can't control that
(We bust at 'em, clutchin on magnum triggers) He know that
We the same cats that blaze gats on the boulevard
We remain strapped, and came back, doin' it hard
So send your vultures, cobra, and I will send everyone of 'em back
With holes under they' hat, fulls all through they back
Deal with it, motherfucker (BK!) All day, real with it, motherfucker
I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
And made 'em holler, "Ten-thirteen"
It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking with now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
[Chorus]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
It's a everyday thing and a everyday game
All day, every day, motherfucker - bang (BANG!)
It's the streets in me, and me? I stay in tune to the shit
It's music to my ears, I'm immune to the shit
I'm suffering from a disease called Leave Me The Fuck Alone
And it's full blown, bitch
M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus
And we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers
[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
Allow me to wig out, dumb out, pull my gun out
Run out in the middle of the street, like
(Bum, bum bum) Uh, there you go, bastard
Murder international, custom-made caskets
Now, could every one of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this street game is going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old days?
We all blaze, we all study criminal ways
[Chorus]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You see it: it's on and poppin' this year
Mount up (Mount up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We built this foundation from the ground up, nigga
Nigga!
Nigga!
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