That n**** right there n****
Go see that n**** mayne!
Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne
Yo, yo
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
Ain't y'all m************ 'posed to have beef?
Get at 'em dawg, where the f*** is all his peeps?
Show him all that s*** you talked about on yo' CD
Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD
That same n****, that called yo' momma a b****
That called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that n**** go!
Stomp that m***********, blast that m***********
d*** that m***********, get at that m***********, aiyyo
Ain't y'all m************ 'posed to have beef?
f*** the industry, take it to the streets
Pop that m***********, blast that m***********
Blast that m***********, get at that m***********
[Lil' Fame]
I moved back in the hood for good
These n***** ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby
Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holdin my throne
Imagine if I had a couple million
Y'all n***** are half-a**ed stars
The kind to lie on your faith, and take {?} to everything you love
Won't talk that s***, when the real soldiers around
You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down
But if you feelin like a chimp n**** go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
These n***** ain't crazy baby you f***** with soldiers
I will pop yo', m*********** head off your shoulders
So what it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?)
What it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?)
Everybody can get the now, bustin them thing things on wax
Punk b****** g*******in on track; but here's the facts
[sniffing the air] I smell pi-dussy
I dare one of y'all n***** to try to dog mush me
And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with
f*** the yappin and rappin back and forth
[Chorus]
[Teflon]
Hey yo, I'm a "Nervous/Wreck" that's why I "Full Surface" the tec
Robbed the game blind, murdered the set
Aiyyo perhaps you haven't heard of us yet
You lil' wet behind the ears you didn't hear, we used to murder the sets
YEP! I heard your mixtape, wasn't impressed
What is this mess? Hollerin 'bout your gun in your vest
It's all LIES, most of y'all guys is small fries
And if I let y'all tell it, y'all all gon' ride BUT
But soon as s*** hit the fan
And your man get clipped, that's when n***** hit the stand
And get a {?} for 25 to click in the can
About 80 percent of y'all n***** is snitchin man
Why y'all misleadin the public, on some thug s***
In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with
Now y'all wanna discuss it? I'M DISGUSTED
Here take this 9 and bust it, f*** the dumb s***!
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo whattup homey? (O.G.!) Triple O.G.
Your Hannibal Lect'ic ways got you banned from TV
You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA)
All in the mix of the blitz and you ain't never been grazed (HA)
(It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say pah
Your G ain't street, so keep it up under the radar
And stay off of the God d*** screen lookin mean
Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a n**** in half
You n***** are makin me mad with these games
Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein
We was raised in the year of the bat; where n***** got it on
To turn it up a notch we had to burn the eight long
We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em)
Bill'll take it directly to yo' a** if y'all cross him
It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at
Y'all n***** beef on the beats, but where the clappin at?
[Chorus]
Go see that n**** mayne!
Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne
Yo, yo
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
Ain't y'all m************ 'posed to have beef?
Get at 'em dawg, where the f*** is all his peeps?
Show him all that s*** you talked about on yo' CD
Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD
That same n****, that called yo' momma a b****
That called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that n**** go!
Stomp that m***********, blast that m***********
d*** that m***********, get at that m***********, aiyyo
Ain't y'all m************ 'posed to have beef?
f*** the industry, take it to the streets
Pop that m***********, blast that m***********
Blast that m***********, get at that m***********
[Lil' Fame]
I moved back in the hood for good
These n***** ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby
Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holdin my throne
Imagine if I had a couple million
Y'all n***** are half-a**ed stars
The kind to lie on your faith, and take {?} to everything you love
Won't talk that s***, when the real soldiers around
You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down
But if you feelin like a chimp n**** go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
These n***** ain't crazy baby you f***** with soldiers
I will pop yo', m*********** head off your shoulders
So what it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?)
What it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?)
Everybody can get the now, bustin them thing things on wax
Punk b****** g*******in on track; but here's the facts
[sniffing the air] I smell pi-dussy
I dare one of y'all n***** to try to dog mush me
And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with
f*** the yappin and rappin back and forth
[Chorus]
[Teflon]
Hey yo, I'm a "Nervous/Wreck" that's why I "Full Surface" the tec
Robbed the game blind, murdered the set
Aiyyo perhaps you haven't heard of us yet
You lil' wet behind the ears you didn't hear, we used to murder the sets
YEP! I heard your mixtape, wasn't impressed
What is this mess? Hollerin 'bout your gun in your vest
It's all LIES, most of y'all guys is small fries
And if I let y'all tell it, y'all all gon' ride BUT
But soon as s*** hit the fan
And your man get clipped, that's when n***** hit the stand
And get a {?} for 25 to click in the can
About 80 percent of y'all n***** is snitchin man
Why y'all misleadin the public, on some thug s***
In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with
Now y'all wanna discuss it? I'M DISGUSTED
Here take this 9 and bust it, f*** the dumb s***!
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo whattup homey? (O.G.!) Triple O.G.
Your Hannibal Lect'ic ways got you banned from TV
You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA)
All in the mix of the blitz and you ain't never been grazed (HA)
(It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say pah
Your G ain't street, so keep it up under the radar
And stay off of the God d*** screen lookin mean
Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a n**** in half
You n***** are makin me mad with these games
Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein
We was raised in the year of the bat; where n***** got it on
To turn it up a notch we had to burn the eight long
We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em)
Bill'll take it directly to yo' a** if y'all cross him
It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at
Y'all n***** beef on the beats, but where the clappin at?
[Chorus]