[Lil` Fame and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I`m shootin f.a.g.`s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don`t fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain`t nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don`t want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you gon` be the last, kid
I`m ready to blast, kid
Aiyo, let`s take it to they ass, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can`t see
I`m willin to die for my respect
If I have to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In `93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain`t livin trife
And rappers that`s claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for life
Wait, I`ma set that ass straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don`t discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime`s fine with me
You fuckin f.a.g.