Aaaaaaaah... I told you motherfuckers.
  Now what the fuck is going on?
  You done started a war here now it's on here."
  
  Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl. (Uh) You know what I mean.
  Bizzy Womack back up in this motherfucker. (Firing Squad, nigga.)
  No I ain't went nowhere, nigga. Fucking with the best.
  (Oh yeah, to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass?
  (Firing Squad, nigga.) I know what the fuck I'm talking about.
  (Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga)
  
  Verse one: Lil Fame
  
  Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
  You done started a war here, now its on (YEAH)
  What the fuck, NIGGA?
  You thought you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
  I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
  I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
  Watch Fame squash em
  Look what I brought to ya
  And when I'm gone do ya
  Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH
  Keep deep focus, the locust of war raps
  Hard Fizzy Womack
  Set it off like them for Bronx
  (Borrow lives!) Roll this thug
  (Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
  Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
  Anaconda, wanna take me under
  For jealousy, Goddamn yo it makes me wonder
  But the path I follow been blessed
  From my certificate of like, to my. certificate of death
  
  Chorus
  
  Billy Danze: You gotta, do something, move something
  Try to make that shit more (Live for your dogs!)
  Lil Fame: Cause ain't nobody gonna rock that shit
  If it ain't got that raw (Vibe for your dogs!)
  
  Verse two: Billy Danze
  
  I bring this whole motherfucking world to a standstill
  William Danz-ini don't you know this man will?
  (Move on em!) D-yea take action
  (Step to em!) Straight blasting
  Ghetto predator slash retarded motherfucker
  Enables me to be one cold-hearted motherfucker
  Start it motherfucker (Come on) I leave no traces
  (Come on) Run up, I blow your ass back seven paces
  (Feel the pressure as we step in the place.)
  Pump one in your face
  (Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me, believe me
  One of them guys that specialize in (master illusions)
  Vanishing in the wind
  After commiting a sin
  Then, I'm laying low till another day
  As for your crew, I send them to you when I come through at the wake
  (That's right!) Them promise to always roll with you
  So nigga I'ma send they soul with you
  Get the fuck outta here!
  
  Chorus *Fame and Danze switch stanzas* *2X*
  
  Verse 3
  
  Lil Fame: Straight for casters
  For full blasters
  Survivers that dealt with disaster
  Master the plans that twist YA
  Cocks back, dismiss ya
  Aroused by this too-down militant militia
  Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap
  And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap
  You can't hide from death
  (Nah!) You'll be found with your neck in a noose
  stripped for you life, hung form ?scratch?
  
  Billy Danze: Now if I step up in your chest
  (Give you cardiac arrest!)
  Convert you into a mess
  (You been blessed!)
  (Damn!) I don't waste time
  I bust mine
  To splatter ya
  First of all, your small, your not even my calibre
  (So get up in they ass!)
  Niggaz, taking blasts
  (Aiyo lets take it to they ass!)
  Son, we gotta do this right
  (The Marksmen) From the Marx'
  Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs
  Leave you so called thugs laying in junk
  (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
  
  Chorus *2X*
  
  Spoken: Ha ha! Come on. Firing Squad, nigga.
  What'd ya say? What, what, what'd ya say?
  What, what, what ya say? What ya say?
  Goddamn in the mourning, nigga. Come on, ha ha!
  (Vibe for your dogs) Salute! (See you when I see you) *bea