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lil’ fame – the hill that’s real lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m on the hill where the sh-t is real
you would suppose it’s all about money, hoes, and clothes
territories in the smash like a crash from blasting
it’s all about s-x and a s-ss -ss-ssins
it always gotta be a fl!ck up
the cops making a pickup
or n-ggas getting money from a stickup
lost boys running around like a mad man
k!lling, or either getting k!lled from a bad plan
one shorty had got his life tooken
from a sound like this, you know it gotta be in brooklyn
they take it off as if they gotta start street
that’s why the brothers on the hill will bust a n-gga in a heartbeat
yo, everybody want to live long
so you bust another brother for looking in your f-cking face for ‘im
i gotta live it, plus roll with a temper
cause n-ggas go out the same way they get ya
every other day, somebody gets born
and the n-ggas on the corner playing the wall like handball
the only one remain in a bad game
life’s a pain; n-ggas retire from the knuckle game
some n-ggas are k!llers when you drink baccardi
but when they sober, they wouldn’t bust a balloon at a birthday party
it’s easy to tell what type of sh-t sells
from the streets of the hometown
i’m pushing a beemer, smoking a fat ounce
i’m from the hill where the motherf-ckers are buck wild
n-ggas catching bodies most of the time beating trial
like the island, c-cksuckers’ll get touched
n-ggas want beef, but hold a grudge like a clutch
n-ggas on the deep dirty pack guns
cause up on the real hill, it’s blow holes, money, no fair ones
i’m on my own cause my name’s in a box
only in jail, they playing for keeps up on the hill
that’s real

[verse 2]
n-ggas get slayed on the regular
f-ck the crack game, now funeral homes getting paid
no time for n-ggas doing something for nothing
and it’s hectic, so now i pack a burner like i’m going hunting
i feel on the hill in the ‘ville, n-ggas build as they deal
but to make the bill, they gotta k!ll
n-ggas’ll murder another n-gga and cold jet
then come back in five minutes to the scene of the set
i seen cops playing n-ggas like they was suckers
n-ggas started flipping, bringing the ruckus to the motherf-ckers
punk–ss cops are f-ggots
cops try to knock n-ggas, n-ggas be dropping cops like a bad habit
a little shorty was a beggar
but he saved and went abroad and did a job from a bootlegger
he got props from the boys and he pulled the girls
with two shots, little shorty thought he ruled the world
the sh-t he had, he was too rough with it
little shorty had a heart like his name was david berkowitz
the type of little motherf-cker with a hard figure
new school shorty jibed with the wrong n-ggas
he har-ssed the wrong n-ggas for cash
and i ain’t trying to get br-ss
but i’mma put sh-t in a smash
let his little -ss know i’m playing for keeps
and that’s to k!ll
up on the hill that’s real

[verse 3]
n-ggas are s.t.d. — scared to death
shorty was a vet, and a threat
handed him beef like a chef
straight up and down, the shorty was a strong n-gga
yep, he was, but shorty f-cked with the wrong n-gga
he stuck a n-gga for his jewels
and the ghetto with two shots
n-ggas are packing 16 shots or better
he said, “your money, run your jewels and cash”
he said no one gon’ get hurt, it was a little n-gga blast
he bust his only two shots and didn’t hit
money bust back and let off a whole clip
shorty ran and stopped and dropped
here comes the cops — they found his -ss in a lot
shorty died because another n-gga struck
n-ggas ain’t joking — you play p-ssy, you get f-cked
sh-t is ill so i chill and do things on how i feel
they playing for keeps up on the hill that’s real

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