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"Instigator" (feat. Teflon) That nigga right there nigga Go see that nigga mayne! Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne Yo, yo [Chorus: Lil' Fame] Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? Get at 'em dawg, where the fuck is all his peeps? Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch That called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go! Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker Damn that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? Fuck the industry, take it to the streets Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker [Lil' Fame] I moved back in the hood for good These niggaz ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holdin my throne Imagine if I had a couple million Y'all niggaz are half-assed stars The kind to lie on your faith, and take [?] to everything you love Won't talk that shit, when the real soldiers around You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down But if you feelin like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off These niggaz ain't crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers I will pop yo', motherfuckin head off your shoulders So what it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?) What it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?) Everybody can get the now, bustin them thing things on wax Punk bitches gangbangin on track; but here's the facts [sniffing the air] I smell pi-dussy I dare one of y'all niggaz to try to dog mush me And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with Fuck the yappin and rappin back and forth [Chorus] [Teflon] Hey yo, I'm a "Nervous/Wreck" that's why I "Full Surface" the tec Robbed the game blind, murdered the set Aiyyo perhaps you haven't heard of us yet You lil' wet behind the ears you didn't hear, we used to murder the sets YEP! I heard your mixtape, wasn't impressed What is this mess? Hollerin 'bout your gun in your vest It's all LIES, most of y'all guys is small fries And if I let y'all tell it, y'all all gon' ride BUT But soon as shit hit the fan And your man get clipped, that's when niggaz hit the stand And get a [?] for 25 to click in the can About 80 percent of y'all niggaz is snitchin man Why y'all misleadin the public, on some thug shit In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with Now y'all wanna discuss it? I'M DISGUSTED Here take this 9 and bust it, fuck the dumb shit! [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Hey yo whattup homey? (O.G.!) Triple O.G. Your Hannibal Lect'ic ways got you banned from TV You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA) All in the mix of the blitz and you ain't never been grazed (HA) (It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say pah Your G ain't street, so keep it up under the radar And stay off of the God damn screen lookin mean Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a nigga in half You niggaz are makin me mad with these games Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein We was raised in the year of the bat; where niggaz got it on To turn it up a notch we had to burn the eight long We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em) Bill'll take it directly to yo' ass if y'all cross him It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at Y'all niggaz beef on the beats, but where the clappin at? [Chorus]