Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
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Bm
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A
Bm
How about
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some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
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How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
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How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
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How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
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How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
Verse 2
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For the fellas on the corner
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posted up twenty deep
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With your fifth on your hip,
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ready to flip
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Whenever you empty your clip, dip,
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trip your sidekick
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You got skill, your best bet is to chill
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And do yourself a favor,
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don't come nowhere near the Hill
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With that bullshit, word,
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money grip, it'll cost ya
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Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty
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"The Enforcer"
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I move with M.O.P.'s Last
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Generation (yeah)
Straight up and down,
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act like you want a confrontation
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Bm
I packs my gat, and I got to stay strapped
Am
Bm
I bust mines, don't try to sneak
up on me from behind
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Bm
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
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I see right now,
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I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet
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Bm
Go get your motherfuckin' hammer
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And act like you want drama
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I send a message to your mama
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"Hello, do you know your one son left?"
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I am licensed to kill an d he
had been marked for death
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He's up the Hill in the back of
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the building with two in the dome
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I left him stiffer than a tombstone
Verse 3
Am
A
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
A
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
A
Bm
Am
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How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) I used to pack sling shots,
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but now I'm packin' heavy metal
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A rugged underground
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freestyler
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It's Lil' Fame,
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Bm
muthafucker, slap, Lil' Mallet
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Bm
When I let off, it's a burning desire
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Niggas increase the peace 'cause
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when I release it be rapid fire
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Bm
For the cause, I drop niggas like drawers
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Bm
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Niggas'll hit the floors from the
motherfuckin .44's
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I'm thinkin' titles when
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it's showtime
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Fuck around,
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I have niggas call the injury help line
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Bm
I bust words in my words that'll serve
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A
Bm
Even on my first nerve, I put herbs to curbs
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I ain't about givin' nig
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gas a chance
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A
And I still raise shit that make my
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brother wanna get up and dance
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A
Bm
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
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Bringin' the ruckus,
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it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real
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Am
Bm
Me and mics hustle like niggas
and dykes
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So who wanna skate,
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cause I'm puttin niggas on ice
Am
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Whatever I drop must be rough,
Am
Bm
rugged and hard more (yeah)
Verse 4
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How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
A
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Verse 5
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Bm
Yo, here I am (so what up?) Get it on,
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cocksucker
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That nigga Bill seem to be
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a ill black brother
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I gets dough from the way I flow
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And before I go
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Bm
You motherfuckers gonna know
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Bm
That I ain't nothin to fuck with, duck quick
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I squeeze when I'm stressed
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Them teflons'll tear through your vest
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Bm
I love a bloodbath (niggas know
the half)
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You can feel the wrath
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(Saratoga St. Marks
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Ave.)
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B- I- L- L- Y D- A- N- Z- E- N- I- E
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Bm
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Me, Billy Danzenie
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(Knock, knock) Who's
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there? (Lil' Fame)
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Lil' Fame who? (Lil' Fame,
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your nigga)
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Boom, ease up off the trigger
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It's aight, me and shorty go to
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gunfights
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Together we bring the ruckus, right?
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We trump tight, aight?
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I earned mine,
Bm
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so I'm entitled to a title
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(7 fuckin 30) that means
Verse 6
I'm homicidal
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How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
A
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Am
How about some hardcore?
Bm
(Yeah, we like it raw)
Verse 7
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A
Bm
Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
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To them wack motherfuckers,
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go hang it up like a poster
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Niggas get excited,
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but don't excite me
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Don't invite me,
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I'm splittin' niggas' heads where the white be
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Bm
Try to trash this, this little
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bastard'll blast it
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Only puttin' niggas in comas and caskets
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I ain't a phoney,
Bm
Am
I put the "mack" in - aroni
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I leave you lonely (yeah, yeah,
A
get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus,
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I pack steel that's stainless
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We came to claim this,
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and Lil' Fame'll make you famous
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I mack hoes,
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rock shows and stack dough
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'Cause I'm in effect,
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knockin' motherfuckers like five- o
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A
Bm
I'm catchin other niggas peepin',
shit, I ain't sleepin'
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A
Bm
I roll deep like
a motherfuckin Puerto- Rican
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So when I write my compet
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ition looks sadly
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No punk- ass niggas,
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I make it happen like Mariah Carey
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I got shit for niggas that roll bold
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Bm
Lil' Fame is like a orthopedic shoe,
I got mad soul
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Bm
I'ma kill 'em before I duck 'em
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Because yo, mother made 'em, mother
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Am
had 'em and motherfuck 'em
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Knowmsayin? Lil' Fame up in this mother
Verse 8
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fucker
Bm
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Givin' shoutouts to my man DR Period
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Big Kid, Lazy Laz
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My man Broke Ass Moe
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The whole Saratoga Ave., you
know what I'm sayin'?
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Representin' for Brooklyn
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Most of all, my cousin Prince Leroy,
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Big Mal, rest in peace
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Danzenie up in this motherfucker
Verse 9
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I'd like to say what's
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up to the whole MOP
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Brooklyn, period
Bm
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Them niggas that just don't give a fuck
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Bet yo' ass, nigga
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Bm
Hey yo, this motherfuckin'
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Babyface Nelson
Bm
Aka O.G. Bu- Bang
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the
whole motherfuckin' MOP, boy
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