Anticipation - M.O.P.

Chorus: 
(sample)This is what you waited all year for  the hardcore 
Firing Squad! Firing Hard! 

I'm top of the line  realistic and rugged never smooth 
Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through 
Guns and roses  hit 'em hit 'em up kid 
For real! 
Say what  say what  say what? 
I'm packing blue steel 
Drama lord  ice master  quick to blast ya 
Thoroughbreds with hearts cold as Alaska 
F A G's get bust down to they knees 
M.O.P. to the death kid 
Yeah, cock then squeeze 

(Lil' Fame) 
I'm here to make moves and never fake moves 
I like to break fools in half, put 'em on they ass 
If they never paid dues 
It's time! To get rid of your fly talk 
Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the next stain on the sidewalk 
I make 'em simmer down whenever I'm in the town 
Speak for my love thug niggas in the ground 
I'm dedicated, never been over-challenged 
My over-violent lyrics will knock you off of balance 
I'll wet MC's like Vietnamese 
But yet they freeze like coke 
When they provoke me to squeeze 
Lil' Fame represent the turf 
With thugs so hard they put scars on the face of the Earth 
Out to hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya! 
Fuck a frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture 
So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness 
Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you 

Chorus 

Yo, it's the world's famous niggas born to kill 
From the ill side of town, so you best get your steel 
It's ill, the street life is real son 
You shouldn't have to go get a _______ fool 
Stick to ya guns! 
Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto child 
Representing for ill crews, and 
Kid I ain't got nothing to lose 
I been there, to my peoples up in them cells 
Up in them jails, ringing bells 
Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise hell!! 

(Billy Danze) 
I believe you're dope (dope) yep (yep) 
But you can't fuck around (fuck around) 
And take a lock to half actual natural sound 
Damn bad! Motherfucker we didn't leave 
We just laid back in the cut 
Stuck some shit up our sleeve 
Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze 
But make to flip 
I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fucking ship 
What! I feel is What! I do 
And G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out too 
I wish I would let a nigga take mine 
When my niggas is niggas that live on the front line 
The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy 
Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy 
When my nigga was on the scene 
More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine 
From the Hill part fool where they still start the ruckus 
Firing Squad!! 
Kill a whole heap of you motherfuckers 

Chorus