M.o.p. - Fly Nigga Hill Figga Lyrics

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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

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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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