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