[Billy Danze]
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
They say that a man´s life, gon´ be what it´s gon´ be

So I switched the game around, and now it´s on me
(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
(You´re still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga´s finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..

Yo Bill, what´d you stop for man, what´d you stop for?
Teach ´em, tell ´em how you feel!

As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
I think back about cats, that have passed away
That´s why I feel more cursed than blessed
And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress

I´m a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won´t
wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
See it´s the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
A shootout, is like a common cold out here
That´s why I sit back and I laugh at y´all
When it´s crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y´all
I´m from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl
It´s where I realized it´s a cold world, after all
You hear me talkin to ya?  I´m on some grown Danze shit
(You´ll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;

able to tame my rage
A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
Take a look at me now; a born winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, can´t nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all he´s angry, he´ll) kill again!

{*beat changes*}

[Lil´ Fame]
You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
Take two steps back it´s gon´ hurt you pah!
Who the fuck talkin that they gon´ hurt Jamal?

This ain´t no diamond-studded rapper, it´s the lover-stutter-slapper
Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
Fo´-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
With them O.G.´s in it, please don´t get your shit twisted
like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you can´t beat me
It´s the Womack, the extension of Danzini
We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
Who grindin, who thieves, but I´m lookin mean yo
with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep ´em clean doe

I know the pros and cons so I married the game
Now it´s mommy´s little boy left to carry the name
I´m in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
Double (??), who the fuck gon´ stop Fame?
Y´all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
Niggaz ain´t feelin the Fame bitch?  Stop dreamin
I´m the shit that felt good comin out of my pop´s semen
Hit the streets and thug with me
No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can´t fuck with me
Too many dick riders that´s quick to go blaow
But look bitch, I´ma let you know now
You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?

I´m what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
Cause I´m a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
Why don´t I-ah, dump back at your men
It´s M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
I ain´t clappin over your head
I´ma make sure I pop somethin through ya
Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
May the Lord be with you, game over, you´re dead
Motherfucker!