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Facing Off

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Facing Off Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Lil Fame (Billy Danze)]
Come on
Come on
Rap dudes
Let's rap
Rap dudes... ha-ha
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah (Come on, motherfucker!)
See, I gave y'all a hour nigga
But now I want my shit back
(Bring it to they ass!)
Fizzy Womack (L.A)
I'ma continue (What) to bring it to ya ass
Motherfuckerrrrr!!!!!

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's Murder Capital
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boys' employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen to
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehending ya doubts
Back up off me, softly, spit ten, then I'm out
Silly motherfuckers gettin carried away
But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth (Earth!), nigga of the Sea (Sea!)
Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka
See why ya rollin, I'm patrolling, man, Hod on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (Fuck outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (Bitch)
What you inchin for (Clack Clack), what ya flinching for?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Wo'
Magnificent, baby
[Part II]

[Interlude: Billy Danze]
Firing Squad
One of a kind niggas
Top of the line niggas, divine niggas (Illest)
My niggas... (Realest) B.D
You know my steez, nigga
You know my steez
M.O.P. (Fizzy Wo')

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin' born and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
(First Family) Suffer for days (Come on)
And we inherited them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team
By the time I was thirteen (Thirteen!)
I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby
It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line
(Soldier Boy) Rapid firing greatest of all times, William Danze
Waitin for Shaq to get back (Welcome home my nigga), I done made plans
96% of this world don't know I exist
That's why my point is gettin missed
I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros
[Outro: Billy Danze]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Nigga
Ha ha

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Credits
Produced By
Scratches
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Mixing Engineer
Assistant Engineer
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D&D Studios (New York City)
Release Date
August 11, 1998
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