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. last generation

Straight up and down, act like you want a conversation

I packs my gat, and 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 motherfuckin' 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

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

Is Lil' Fame, motherfucker, slap Lil' Mallet

When I let off, it's a burning desire

**** increase the peace 'cause when I release it be rapid fire

For the 'cause I drop **** like drawers

****'ll hit the floors from the motherfuckin' four-fours

I'm talkin' titles when it's showtime

Fuck around, I have **** 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' **** a chance

And I still write 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 **** and dykes

So who wanna skate, 'cause I'm puttin' **** on ice

Whatever I drop must be rough rugged and hard more

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 **** 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

The teflons'll tear through your vest

I love a bloodbath (**** 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 ****)

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

(Seven fuckin' thirty) 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 **** like a roller coaster

To the whack motherfuckers, go hang it up like a poster

**** get excited but don't excite me

Don't invite me, I'm splittin' **** heads to the white meat

Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it

Only puttin' **** in comas and caskets

I ain't a phony, I put the mack in the 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 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 **** peepin', shit I ain't sleepin'

I roll deep like a motherfuckin' Puerto Rican

So when I write my competition looks sadly

For broke ass **** I make it happen like Mariah Carey

I got shit for **** that roll bold

Lil' Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul

I'ma kill him before I duck him

Because, yo, mother made him, mother had him and

Motherfuck him

Know what I'm sayin?

Lil' Fame up in this motherfucker

Givin' shoutouts to my man D.R. Period

Thick kid , Lazy Laze

My man Broke Ass Moe

The whole Saratoga Ave

You know what I'm sayin'?

Represent for Brooklyn

Most of all my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal rest in peace

Danzenie up in this muthafucker

I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P.

Brooklyn period

Them **** that just don't give a fuck

(Bet your ass, ****)

Hey yo, this motherfuckin' babyface Nelson

A.K.A. O.G. Bu-bang

Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole motherfuckin' M.O.P., boy