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Blue Steel

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[ li’l fame ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I’m packin blue steel (3x)

[ verse 1: li’l fame ]
Plow! I’m shootin muthafuckas in the belly
Spread em like jelly, play em like skelly
I’m representin for the real niggas
Fake moves, make moves, you fuck around, I have to kill niggas
I pack a nine that have em wanna box
With a gun or I can knock em out the box with a ox
Niggas gotta pay the piper then
And I know you’re mad, cocksucker, because it ain’t no type of wins
Niggas throw rhymes, I throw rhymes back
If niggas wanna throw crime, I throw crimes back
If niggas wanna throw props, I throw props back
Them niggas wanna throw shots, I throw em back and lay em flat
So if you ever think of tryin to get loose
I do your ass like bishop did rahiem in _juice_
Kid, I’m tellin you now you can’t afford it
And I bust a nigga ass quick on the mic that’s extorted
Crazed, I rock for days on blaze with laze e laze
You niggas get blazed, the fame can’t be fazed
Huh, you couldn’t make us for a try out, punk, you die out
I wet shit up even when I got the dry mouth
It’s time I let em know the deal
Nowadays shit is real, so I’m packin blue steel

[ billy danzenie ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I’m packin blue steel (3x)

[ verse 2: billy danzenie ]
Clack-clack, salute from the ill nigga bill
I represent gunsmoke hill, I’m packin blue steel
I’m comin at you to take your wealth
If I endanger your health that’s cause you did that your damn self
I blow your muthafuckin back out, I keep a ill feelin
I’m wide open like ? john dillon?
When you come, you better be armed, son, see, I works with mine
You know what’s happenin to you, it’s ’hammer time’
Out the streets a real raw man
I’m top dog, man, I’m your connection with the morgue man
For my peoples I put 2 in your face
(clack-clack) ? ? ? ? ? with some ? ? ? ? ?
Cause danzine ain’t fakin no jammers
A herb nigga tremor, real niggas ? ? ? ? ? ?
It’s cool to see em bangin for that new school
And all my niggas, they work with they tools

[ billy danzenie ]
So make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
[ li’l fame ]
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
[ billy danzenie ]
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)

[ li’l fame ]
Yo bill, you got the ifth? (yeah, yeah!)
One in the head? (yeah, yeah!)
[ billy danzenie ]
You got the pound? (yeah, yeah!)
Let’s kill em dead
[ li’l fame ]
But first I wanna get some, you really gonna diss em
Cause i’ma blast his muthafuckin ass like a ? system?
[ billy danzenie ]
Yo, if you go we all do, cause you know we all crew
Somebody fuck with me, I know they got to fuck with you too
And cocksucker, you want it
In your next life you’re nailed just like the last bitch nigga that fronted
[ li’l fame ]
So if you want beef just set it
Because it don’t cost nothin to send your ass to the paramedics
The four-pound’ll make em hit the ground
So buck em down (buck em down)
Buck em, buck em, buck em down

[ li’l fame ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I’m packin blue steel (3x)

[ billy danzenie ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I’m packin blue steel (3x)

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