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