Lyrics Fly Nigga Hill Figga - M.O.P.
I'm
gonna
let
these
motherfuckers
know
something
We
happen
to
be
them,
live
niggaz
(Don't
try)
Niggaz,
do
or
die
niggaz
Fizzy
Womack,
y'all,
true
hillfigga
One
that'll
put
the
drop
on
ya
quicker,
nigga
We
happen
to
be
them,
live
niggaz
(Don't
try)
Niggaz,
do
or
die
niggaz
Fizzy
Womack,
y'all,
true
hillfigga
One
that'll
put
the
drop
on
ya
quicker,
nigga
We
brought
a
very
raw
chapter
From
the
history
of
slinging
crack
To
the
history
of
rap
from
the
history
of
street
misery
The
Brownsville,
Brooklyn,
Vietnamese
(William
and)
Womack,
pa
It's
known
that
you
get
your
shit
blown
back,
pa
The
hill
is
still
real,
we
own
that,
pa
(Cock
back
the
chrome)
'Cause
you
don't
clap,
pa
What
it
look
like
when
they
on
the
pipe
Slinging
the
same
as
fame
getting
cream
all
night
(Gotta
get
my
hustle
on)
Go
'head
'cause
I
know
what
it
be
like
When
you
got
no
bread,
when
you
down
and
out
People
turn
they
back
at
you
Even
the
chicas
try
to
disrespect
the
rap
in
you
I
got
gratitude,
baby,
I
ain't
mad
at
you
I
bet
you
that
pussy
is
stink
as
your
attitude
Hold
that
down
as
I
step
off,
no
frown
Keep
that
pretty
smile
like
always
Some
people
getting
fucked
up
in
these
raw
days
But
they
can
be
left
to
stretch
in
they
hallways
I
got
family
from
CI
to
B'ville
We
fear
no
evil,
bitch,
nigga,
we
real
(Now
slide)
Slide
before
I
turn
this
conversation
into
a
motherfucking
homicide
We
happen
to
be
them,
live
niggaz
(Don't
try)
Niggaz,
do
or
die
niggaz
Fizzy
Womack,
y'all,
true
hillfigga
William
Berkuance,
live
(Hillfigga)
Now
I
don't
know
if
you
remember
me,
it's
(William
Berkuance)
From
downtown
swingin'
and
slinging
is
no
shit
Watch
these
real
niggaz,
move
crowds
While
you
pathetic,
diabetic
ass
niggaz
ain't
allowed
I'm
not
a
gangster
and
I
won't
lie
I've
always
been
afraid
to
die
(So
when
worst
come
to
worst)
I'll
back
my
shit
out
first
I'll
feel
better
in
an
Elderado,
than
in
a
hearse
When
it's
time
to
roll
you
know
where
them
thugs
at
(First
Family)
You
know
where
my
love's
at
Give
up
to
my
peers
who
survived
through
the
Blood
Sweat
and
Tears,
here
to
a
hundred
years
We
won't
change
or
switch
or
aim
or
pitch
We
dedicated
to
dominating
the
same
shit
Holla-holler,
I
know
what
I
may
have
to
do
(You
know
my
motto)
Walk
past
and
slash
your
crew
If
I'm
after
you,
it's
on
Keep
your
head
up
'cause
I
won't
let
up
till
your
ass
is
gone
(Come
on)
So
now
you
remember
me
It's
the
hell-raising,
gun-blazing,
BD
We
happen
to
be
them,
live
niggaz
(Don't
try)
Niggaz,
do
or
die
niggaz
Fizzy
Womack,
y'all
true
hillfigga
One
that'll
put
the
drop
on
ya
quicker,
nigga
Can
I
hear
silence?
For
the
peops
that's
deceased
Rest
in
peace,
ya',
still
with
me
(Ya')
And
I
still
keep
old
feel
with
me
I'm
dedicated
to
the
game
Whether
it's
the
streets
or
this
rap
thing
I'm
gon'
maintain
a
Brooklyn
'Fugitive'
I'm
the
judge,
jury
and
the
executioner
(What?
What?)
I'm
used
to
the
automatic
machines
(The
heavy
calibre)
And
the
bloody
crime
scenes
You
know
my
name,
I've
been
trained
to
flip
From
the
environment
where
they
be
firing
whole
clips
So
tell
your
man
stop
flinchin'
Stand
at
attention
and
prepare
for
the
lynchin'
(Firing
Squad)
With
the
same
tale
(The
last
of
the
best)
And
we
saved
the
best
for
last
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