Down 4 Whateva
    (专辑: First Family 4 Life - 1998)
    
    Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out   [Verse one: O.C.]   Now check this motherfucking capo right here  Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a 
glock and a 
clip  We gon' jam when its time to blast!  Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass  We done played the 
background, ay-yo all my peops  I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on  I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit  With this ten-man clique  Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit  And if you ever think it can't happen to you  You might just end up in the 
East River with some bale-ass shoes  I 
ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw  I 
flipped the 
word around, nigga, this means WAR  Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the 
map forever  To Billy and Fame, I 
hope you niggaz down for whatever  With Mike, go get the 
guns when its time to shoot  To Brooklyn I 
give a 
21-GUN SALUTE  (Come on)   [Chorus:]   Flatbush [cut and scratched]  [Crown Heights] "Thought I'd remind y'all"  Brownsville [cut and scratched] (Firing Squad)  "Thought I'd remind y'all" [scratching]  Bushwick [cut and scratched] "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"  ?? [cut and scratched]  [East New York] "Thought I'd remind y'all"   [Verse two: Lil' Fame]   I 
used to roll 'em, this is a 
holdup  MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole  up  This game ain't changed cause I 
became a 
rapping dude  I'm still a 
black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude  (Try to act rude) Play the 
mascott  With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got  Clap, shot the 
body, I'm keeping it real  That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the 
Hill  That whole shit was animation, immitation  When I 
shipped that ass on out, like immigration  Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation  Constitutional rights, the 
LAST GENERATION  Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s  Flippin this track with O.C.  Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!  Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!   [Chorus]   [Verse three: Billy Danze]   Hot damn! Danze shot your head  Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the 
bread  (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone  So the 
balance that I 
wrote like ???, we're taking on  Put the 
rest of that shit in the 
bag  I 
would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad  (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I 
control my destiny  I 
only got love for the 
thugs that's next to me  (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill  [pause] I 
told ya, I'm real!  And I've been doing a 
double danly  Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)  Hold on, the 
way that I 
jettin my foes may never be even  I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in  (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping  (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing   [scratching: Brooklyn "Thought I'd remind y'all"]