[Hook: Billy Danze] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) [Verse 1: Billy Danze] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, you best bet is to chill And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer' I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet Go get your muthafuckin' hammer And act like you want drama I send a message to your mama 'Hello, do you know your one son left? I had license to kill and he had been marked for death He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome I left him stiffer than a tombstone' [Hook: Lil' Fame] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto) I used to pack slingshots, but now I'm packin heavy metal A rugged underground freestyler Is Lil' Fame, muthafucker, slap, Lil' Mallet When I let off, it's a burning desire Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire For the cause I drop niggas like drawers Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's I'm talkin titles when it's showtime Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line I bust words in my verse that'll serve Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs I ain't about givin niggas a chance And I still write shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance Front, I make it a thrill to kill Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more (Yeah!) [Hook: Billy Danze] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) [Verse 3: Billy Danze] Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother I gets dough from the way I flow And before I go You muthafuckas gonna know That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick I squeeze when I'm stressed Them teflons'll tear through your vest I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half) You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.) B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e N-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie (Knock, knock) Who's there? (Lil' Fame) Lil' Fame who? (Lil' Fame, your nigga) Boom! Ease up off the trigger It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights Together we bring the ruckus, right? We trump tight, aight? I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title (7 fuckin' 30) that means I'm homicidal [Hook: Li'l Fame] How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw!) [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster Niggas get excited, but don't excite me Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads to the white meat Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets I ain't a phony, I put the 'mack' in the -roni I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie) Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin I roll deep like a muthafuckin' Puerto-Rican So when I write my competition looks sadly For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey I got shit for niggas that roll bold Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul I'mma kill em before I duck em Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em
listen ...walking the streets with thing ready to bag/we slang and run with gangs/we lions in the jungle wearing manes/no fruit of the looms wear hanes/we work hard and bring home the grain/and keep it live hype so we can we make name/we trying to rich that's the aim /we walk away from lames/picking up chicks like we cranes /smart girls give us brain
the ad libs are hilarious lol
Suddenly had this beat stuck in my head and then check youtube to see its here. You legend
nice upload. I have been searching this for ages
Word
thanks g!
DR Period banger.
[Hook: Billy Danze]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best bet is to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet
Go get your muthafuckin' hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
[Hook: Lil' Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack slingshots, but now I'm packin heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is Lil' Fame, muthafucker, slap, Lil' Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop niggas like drawers
Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's
I'm talkin titles when it's showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my verse that'll serve
Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs
I ain't about givin niggas a chance
And I still write shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real
Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more
(Yeah!)
[Hook: Billy Danze]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker
That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You muthafuckas gonna know
That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick
I squeeze when I'm stressed
Them teflons'll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)
You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)
B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e
N-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Lil' Fame)
Lil' Fame who? (Lil' Fame, your nigga)
Boom! Ease up off the trigger
It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we bring the ruckus, right?
We trump tight, aight?
I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title
(7 fuckin' 30) that means I'm homicidal
[Hook: Li'l Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!)
[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]
Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads to the white meat
Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it
Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phony, I put the 'mack' in the -roni
I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless
We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o
I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a muthafuckin' Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got shit for niggas that roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'mma kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em
listen ...walking the streets with thing ready to bag/we slang and run with gangs/we lions in the jungle wearing manes/no fruit of the looms wear hanes/we work hard and bring home the grain/and keep it live hype so we can we make name/we trying to rich that's the aim /we walk away from lames/picking up chicks like we cranes /smart girls give us brain
Fuuuuck this shit hit hard! Thanks!