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M O P - How About Some Hardcore

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<b>How About Some Hardcore</b> by <i>M O P</i><br />

How about some hardcore?

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

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 20 deep

With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip

Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick

You got skill, you best manage 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

Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation

I packs my gat, 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 muthafuckin' 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 buildin' with two in the dome

I left him stiffer than a tombstone

How about some hardcore?

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

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 Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet

When I let off, it's a burnin' 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 muthafuckin' 44's

I'm talkin titles when it's showtime

Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line

I bust words in my verse 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 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 niggas and dyke's

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

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

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 muthafuckas 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 I N I E

Me, Billy Danzenie

Knock, knock Who's there? Li'l Fame

Li'l Fame who? Li'l 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

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

Yeah, we like it raw

Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster

To them wack muthafuckas, 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 a 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 Li'l Fame'll make you famous

I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough

Cause I'm in effect, knockin' muthafuckas like five-o

I'm catchin' other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin'

I roll deep like a muthafuckin' Puerto Rican

So when I write my competition looks sadly

For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey

I got shit for niggas that roll bold

Li'l 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 muthafuck em

Knowmsayin'? Li'l Fame up in this muthafucka

Givin shoutouts to my man D/R Period

Lazy Laz my man, Broke Ass Moe the whole Saratoga Ave

Youknowmsayin? Representin' for Brooklyn

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

Danzenie up in this muthafucka

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

Brooklyn, period

Them niggas that just don't give a fuck

O G Bu-Bang, Bet yo ass, nigga

Hey yo

This muthafuckin' Babyface Aka O G Bu-Bang

Yo, I wanna say what's up

To the whole muthafuckin' M O P boye

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