Downtown Swinga - M.O.P.

You niggas fakin'

I’m not your regular rap singer

A bell ringer, yeah, a DOWNTOWN SWINGA'

And if I got to use my pistol to dismiss you herbs

With something to prove

Kid I ain’t got nothing to lose

It’s Billy Danze, holding up the slack

So jump if you want jump, cause I bust caps

CLACK CLACK!

Salute to all my CD’s

Hill figga' nigga drink brew and puff weed

Yeah we like it raw, plus we keep it real

The B-I-Double L-Y, and what you feel?

That I will flip the script and (?) on the scene

I’m still in the 'ville, I’m still with my home team

Coming through with the crew, you can’t accept it

From CROOKLYN!

Home where it’s definitely hectic

Before rapping I was capping, 1−7-1−8 gun slinger

Bill, a downtown Swinga'

It’s 1994 motherfucker gets (?)

And my freestyles are no longer freestyles

Cause now I’m getting paid

I be the same Lil' Fame, ain’t a damn thing changed

Except I smoke a $ 20 bag of weed a day

The downtown swinga', the ex-crack slinger

The ruckus bringer, the motherfucking bell ringer

Cause Lil' Fame ain’t taking the (bull)

And when I die make sure you

Bury me with a cassette of Paid in Full…

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