Facing Off lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)]
Come on
Come on
Rap dudes
Let's rap
Rap dudes... ha-ha
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah (Come on, motherf*cker!)
See, I gave y'all a hour n*gga
But now I want my sh*t back
(Bring it to they ass!)
Fizzy Womack (L.A)
I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass
Motherf*ckerrrrr!!!!!

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Welcome me back b*tch n*gga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another n*gga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen to
We move on n*ggas, rip two's on n*ggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts
Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out
Silly motherf*ckers gettin carried away
But they f*ck around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a n*gga of the Earth (Earth!), n*gga of the Sea (Sea!)
n*gga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothaf*cka
See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel
Who the f*ck you think you are n*gga? Ron O'Neal? (f*ck outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (b*tch)
What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the f*ck I am, Fizzy Wo'
Magnificent, baby
[Part II]

[Interlude: Billy Danze]
Firing Squad
One of a kind n*ggas
Top of the line n*ggas, divine n*ggas (Illest)
My n*ggas... (Realest) B.D
You know my steez, n*gga
You know my steez
M.O.P. (Fizzy Wo')

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin' born and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
(First Family) Suffer for days (Come on)
And we inherited them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of n*ggas that I call upon team
By the time I was thirteen (Thirteen!)
I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby
It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line
(Soldier Boy) Rapid firing greatest of all times, William Danze
Waitin for Shaq to get back (Welcome home my n*gga), I done made plans
96% of this world don't know I exist
That's why my point is gettin missed
I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros
[Outro: Billy Danze]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
n*gga
Ha ha