M.O.P. Filmography

• Advertising's Greatest Hits (2005)
• Distracted (2005)
• Hip Hop Uncensored Vol. 5: The Greatest Shows on Earth (2003)
• Lyricist Lounge: Hip Hop Video Classics (2003)
• Straight from the Projects: Rappers That Live the Lyrics - Brownsville, Brooklyn (2003)
• Jay-Z in Concert (2003)
• Death of a Dynasty (2003)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child - M.O.P.
• World Famous - M.O.P.
• What The Future Holds - M.O.P.
• Welcome To Brownsville - M.O.P.
• WAY OF THE WORLD - M.O.P.
• Warriorz - M.O.P.
• Stick To Ya Gunz - M.O.P.
• Salute Part II - M.O.P.
• Rugged Neva Smooth - M.O.P.
• Roll Call - M.O.P.
• Ring Ding - M.O.P.
• Ride With Us - M.O.P.
• Ride - M.O.P.
• Power - M.O.P.
• Operation Lockdown - M.O.P.
• On the Front Line - M.O.P.
• O.C.M.O.P. - M.O.P.
• New York Salute - M.O.P.
• New Jack City - M.O.P.
• My Nigga Hillfigga - M.O.P.
• My Kinda Nigga Part II - M.O.P.
• Move Something - M.O.P.
• I Luv - M.O.P.
• How About Some Hardcore - M.O.P.
• Home Sweet Home - M.O.P.
• Heistmasters - M.O.P.
• Handle UR Bizness - M.O.P.
• Guns N Roses - M.O.P.
• G Building - M.O.P.
• Follow Instructions - M.O.P.
• Firing Squad - M.O.P.
• Facing Off - M.O.P.
• Face Off - M.O.P.
• F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas) - M.O.P.
• Everyday - M.O.P.
• Drama Lord - M.O.P.
• Downtown Swinga 96 - M.O.P.
• Downtown Swinga '98 - M.O.P.
• Down 4 Whateva - M.O.P.
• Cold World - M.O.P.
• Cold As Ice - M.O.P.
• Brownsville - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild - M.O.P.
• Breakin' The Rules - M.O.P.
• Blood Sweat and Tears - M.O.P.
• Anticipation - M.O.P.
• Ante Up (Robbing Hoodz Theory) - M.O.P.
• 4 Alarm Blaze - M.O.P.
• Nig-Gotiate - M.O.P.
• Calm Down - M.O.P.
• To The Death! - M.O.P.
• Salute - M.O.P.
• Nothing 2 Lose - M.O.P.
• Born 2 Kill - M.O.P.
• What I Wanna Be - M.O.P.
• Wanna Be G's - M.O.P.
• Top of the Line - M.O.P.
• Take A Minute - M.O.P.
• Suicide - M.O.P.
• Stress Ya'll - M.O.P.
• Street Life - M.O.P.
• Stand Up - M.O.P.
• Stand Clear - M.O.P.
• Sharks In The Water - M.O.P.
• Rugged Neva Smoove - M.O.P.
• Robbin' Hoodz - M.O.P.
• Riding Through - M.O.P.
• Raise Hell - M.O.P.
• Put It In The Air - M.O.P.
• Pop Shots Remix - M.O.P.
• Party Like a Rockstar - M.O.P.
• Pain - M.O.P.
• Old Timerz - M.O.P.
• Muddy Waters - M.O.P.
• It's That Simple - M.O.P.
• It's Hard To Tell - M.O.P.
• Instigator - M.O.P.
• I'm A Brownsvillian - M.O.P.
• Hip Hop Cops - M.O.P.
• Hilltop Flava (no Sleep 'til Brooklyn) - M.O.P.
• Ground Zero - M.O.P.
• Get The Fuck Outta Here - M.O.P.
• G Boy Stance - M.O.P.
• Forever & Always - M.O.P.
• Fly Nigga Hill Figga - M.O.P.
• Fire - M.O.P.
• F.a.g. (fake Ass Gangsta) - M.O.P.
• Crazy - M.O.P.
• Conquerors - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn-jersey Get Wild - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn - M.O.P.
• Blow The Horns - M.O.P.
• Big Boy Game - M.O.P.
• Bang Time - M.O.P.
• Ante Up (remix) - M.O.P.
• When Death Becomes You - M.O.P.
• Stop Pushin' - M.O.P.
• Salute A G - M.O.P.
• Rude Bastard - M.O.P.
• Pounds Up - M.O.P.
• Nothin 2 Lose - M.O.P.
• Illside of Town - M.O.P.
• Foundation - M.O.P.
• Dead & Gone (Battle Version) - M.O.P.
• Blue Steel - M.O.P.
• Background Niggaz - M.O.P.
• Ante Up - M.O.P.

[scratches by Jaz]
"Lifesyles of a Ghetto Child"
"Life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles of a ghetto,
"Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child"
"Life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles, of a ghetto,
"Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child"
"Life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles of a ghetto,
"Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child"
[Billy Danze]
Watch your back
[Lil Fame]
Yo kid it's on
[BD] It's time on time
[LF] Take ten of theirs
[BD] Cuz they took one of mine
[LF] Them niggas sound sweet
[BD] Aint nothing
[LF] I think they packin heat
[BD] Aint nothing, we cuttin
[LF] Clak, clak
[BD] Nigga get up, pick your motherfucking head up
Somebody gon get whet up, does this look like a set up?
See that bitch over there? [yeah] she tryin to get attention
[LF] Watch them niggas to your left
[BD] Oh see you mention
[LF] And they flinchin
Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man
[BD] Nigga leave, when I jump up and squeeze, nigga breeze
Down the stairs, get Pacino and Bees and more toast
They gettin close, BLAU! nigga Larry, CLAK, CLAK!
These niggas, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!! should be buried
[LF] The situation's a tough decision
I'm going to get some more ammunition so we can continue this mission
[scratches]
[LF] Bring it to 'em kid
[Teflon] Catch them niggas before they slide
[LF] True dat, you get the front, I creep from the side
Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough, let your shit go
I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go
BLAU! Kill that noise, YEAH
[Tef] Watch your back
[LF] BLAU! BLAU! BLAU! Nigga get back, Bill where you at
[BD] Over here kid
[Tef] I spot him
[LF] C'mon!
[BD] But I'm comin your way kid
[LF] I got him, watch yourself, BLAU! BLAU!
[BD] Blowin them herbs
[LF] What now, let them slugs calm your nerves
Let's motivate
[BD] Wait, Pacino still chasin
[LF] We bringin this home, leave him alone kid he lacin 'em
That's how it is when it's time to roll
M.O.P.! Home never fold
[BD] You try to set us up, dumpin you a sin, I'ma
[LF] Chill nigga you know we gon see them chumps again
[scratches]
[LF] Five - O, go
[BD] Yo stash the hammer
[LF] Where yours
[BD] I just left my shit right there under the bammer
[LF] Make moves kid
[BD] It aint no time for debatin, why go straight when
You know the man gon be waitin, dip in the building
[LF] What if the door's locked
[BD] Damn, we can't stop the cops is surrounding the block, and
Them chumps are comin fast, nigga dip in the building
Hit the hazard and bear last
[LF] Nigga they right behind us, I aint tryin to get caught by the law
[BD] Oh shit they comin in the building
[LF] Open up the door, hurry up, I aint sittin in no pen nigga
Five - O comin it's us, let us in nigga
Lock the door, cut them lights off
[BD] Stash the crack, crack the safe, and see where them chumps is at
[LF] They all over the place and we facin hard times at trial

"World... world... world... world..."
Whattup? Aight?
Whattup whattup whattup niggy?
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!
[x2]
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) doin our thang
Recruitin and salutin real niggaz like Wu bang (salute!)
Billy Danze, hard to notice when I'm mellow
Makin moves smoother than Jimmy Fingers in Good-fellow
Never gassed to do, what I have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, takin your stash from you
Internat-ional, bell ringa ruckus bringa
(Downtown Swinga) exercisin my index finga
Sayin 'Whassup?' to the people that though we'd desert em
"Hardcore" was raw but we got more to hurt em
Firing Squad all up in your district (last album was foul)
but yet some missed it, bet they gon' get with this shit
(Who's in the house?) It's the last generation
Real ill niggaz from the field you'll be facin
Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how ya like us now?
(Bucka-Bucka-Bla-Blucka-Bla-Blucka-Bucka-BLAOW!)
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!
[x2]
Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give
villains Vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt
The M (BLAOW) O (BLAOW) P still bangin
What's strange ain't nuttin changed, them bells still rangin
You wanna be drug dealing, fuck killing, wack rappers are foul
And plus that shit you talk is out of bounds
Ask yourself is you ready for action packed in
Gettin blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in
I'm outspoken, niggaz Language is Broken
Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promotin
See me knowin me G I drop physical science
This lethal rap appliance'll fuck up your whole alliance
This is the way we BRING THINGS, check out how we SWING THINGS
M.O.P. be having shit jumping way up in Sing-Sing
A new star is born, peace to Teflon
I'ma blow up the East when we release the bomb
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!
[x2]
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!
[x2]
Same niggaz got my back and
Still blue steel we're packin
Same hardcore raps and
still focused on makin it happen, WHATTUP?
They wanna see us
tell em hold on
M.O.P. is back and, that's one to grow on
The four pound move, rugged rounds that down fools
Rough enough to make the whole fuckin ground move
Representin and it ain't playin War Games
With nuttin to lose
I put him on snooze and blow out his brains
(Lil' Fame!) Kick back and watch how it go down
We here so beware, prepare for the throwdown
Crooklyn Crooks, is the ones that blew em
We live in it so I'ma give it to em
Bring it to em raw (that's how you bring it)
Bring it to em raw (let the real nigga swing it)
Bring it to em raw
Give it to em ruff rugged and fat
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!
[x2]
It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad
(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION!

A big city baby
Time to bend on some shit
Yall people dont understand
That shit is real out here
Im a tell yall a story
Now this story didnt happen too long ago
And it wasnt that far away
Its about some real niggas
Niggas doin real things aight
So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this
Chapter one
[Lil Fame]
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays
Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
I was a good boy respect my mommy
Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny
Felt good as a young nigga
Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
But spoke real, was a tradition, Brownsville
That was the first chapter, passin these stages
But the book is wider and its a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little chuch boy is buckwild
Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine
And one five four five, totin four fives
I kept dreams of being a rap dude
But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
That goes to show these streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monsta
[chorus: M.O.P.]
My day and age was a different role
Its when a slug take a niggas soul
(Slug take a niggas soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds?
(Who knows what the future holds?)
Our man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the niggas soul
(Slug took the niggas soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what your future holds
(This is what your future holds)
[Billy Danze]
I wish somebody would lend a hand
So they could see how I fell inside
Im on an emotional roller coaster ride
Nothing to hide
A long time ago I set aside my pride
And used my past as a ghetto guide
A few good men died, several wept stood beside me
So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me
You know where you can find me
Out on the back blocks
Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots
Its just a hobby
And since I was a baby
Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me
(He who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets)
I know thats deep
But I still shed tears for my mother, two years
After shed been laid to rest
And still some things I need to chisel off my chest
My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother
Ten years after his death
I know theres nothin left
So Im forced to take a deep breath
Before I attempt to take another step
A lot of brothas slept
A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told
This is what your future holds
[chorus]
So there you have it
You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit
Talkin about cars, jewels, and money
But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit
Some of us may never see tomorrow
So my niggas
Dont you never dont you ever forget where you come from
Salute

[Intro]
Ah here we go, here we go
I gotta go (ahahahaha)
Ehh, you motherfuckers (arhd)
Ehh, I just gotta dig on
Play my track
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
[Teflon]
City All
Yeah (oww)
4 life
Life, uh
[Chorus: Teflon]
Ayo, it's all live nigga
But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga
But it's all tight (gimme that!)
Where you from nigga? (that's right)
Make it real clear (clear!)
The ville (ville!) (that's right)
Here (Hell yeah!)
We still here
[Teflon]
Another year scratchin'
But this time around, Loud that got down with the action
Nigga, y'all know what's happenin'
We full grown nigga
What you call Hell, we call home
So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga
Hostile takeover, still got the camp time
Lock and let this deal pop
I..take your place soldier
Nine years frontin', been a long time comin'
And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins
I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya
And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya
(Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours
Get raw, get pissed off
We trained them up to the big door
Train hard to get your cabin twist off
This tough law baby
But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy
On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby
It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too
Welcome to Brownsville
[Chorus with variations]
[Lil Fame]
Whatever, whatever nigga
I grip it, cock it
Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run
Hear the flood come now!
You niggaz just called amnesia
I should grap this fuckin' bat and beat your ass into a seizure
[Teflon]
Let 'em know who's real son
This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right
[Lil Fame]
Heat up your chest and mind
Show your people flesh and blood
When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!)
I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon
Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches
We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill
Ain't nothin' worse I spit it
Bitch I did it for the Ville (C'MON!)
I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E
What the fuck you gon' tell me?
This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built
And some of the illest killaz was killed
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[Billy Danze]
Nigga, you fuckin' witcha man the Danze now!
(SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed?
You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms
And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me
It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!)
Some of the world's illest niggaz
Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win
All intention to sin
It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!)
Whoa Flip, he's just playin'
It's time for you's the man
Don't understand what he is sayin'
Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it
Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted
Ready to smoke shit (THE OL' BK WAY!)
We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day
Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it
I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back
[Chorus x2: w/ variations]
Hahahaha
Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)
Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh)
Hahaha

Aaaah. Fuck it [echoes] Fuck you [echoes] Come on! Ah
[Chorus:]
[M.O.P.:] Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)
[Billy Danze:] Can't nobody change
The way them thug niggaz do they thing
[M.O.P.:] Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)
[Billy Danze:] Can't nobody change
The way em real niggaz play the game
[repeat]
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. Marks Ave...)
Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff
Never the type to screw ya
Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)
It's a hundred situations ampin me
The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family
(Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?
(Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)
I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it
Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it
(Hell ya) You know the street game
Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain
Look both ways before you cross a nigga
Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga
He knew wasn't havin shit
He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click
(Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis
And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces
Nobody cares if your mother cry
They don't a FUCK if your brother die
(Don't give a fuck about you)
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame] [rapping to the baseline]
These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count
But it'll be a cold day in hell
I would never change, my style or my profile
Or the way I put myself down (cha down) [main beat resumes]
Why do fuckers, motherfuckers
wanna fuck around with this livest shit?
Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable
The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent
I know ya wanna see me dead
Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head
Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs
Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)
Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya
Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya
LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN
And put your brains on the outside
to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin
This nigga can't change(Nah)
This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)
The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)
Never let em get the best of me
I put the metal to your temple
and catch the next plane to the West Indies
[spoken:]
(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)
I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing
This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga
Y'all motherfuckers better recognize
[Lil' Fame over chorus:]
First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit
We your family in the first motherfuckin place
To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga
Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz
Made you for life, nigga

[Lil Fame]
YEAH!! (Ooh shit!)
YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS IS?
IT'S THE HARDEST, SPITTIN'...
M.O.P.
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! What you say nigga?
All of ya! Lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Yeah, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Huh, todays the day nigga!
[Billy Danze]
Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear
Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick
Fuckin' my dog here! Keep thinkin' I'ma bitchin'
And fuckin' 'em right here! In the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know
I still throw it down for the fear, for real (FOR SHO!)
Burned down your empire, physicnantal school
When I jump about the roof with a cuh (FI-RE!!) a-yah
Got a gift for you, you like presents?
Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'
I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is PAID UP!
I put you in the box, are you chillin'? BLADE UP!
You heard me tell 'em blade up!
As the bright light blind ya
Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Yeah, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you sat nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! AHH, todays the day nigga!
[Lil Fame]
I heard ya ass ringin' up for months
On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a RV
Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up
Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-?-
Twentyfour years of pain, bitch Fame is a loner
I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma
GAME OVER! Nigga, that's a fact bitch
Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch
I back bitch (AHH), see I'm a veteran get your medal in
Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?
I hope your family got love for you soldier
Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (FOR REAL!)
Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em
Cocked back and spit five at 'em (ROCK IT NOW!)
Whole teeth puttin' it work
I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass
And put your body in the earth (SET 'EM STRAIGHT!)
[Billy Danze]
Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight
Crimination got my niggaz on a mission
Erh walk through on ya (FIRE!!), talk to on ya (FIRE!!)
Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (They don't wanna watchin' you!)
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do
I master the art of war, step to niggaz up
That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'
I'm from Brownsville, dude
I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from
When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz
And lord knows I raise Hell to the best of my ability
It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me
[Lil Fame]
You feelin' me? Motherfucker pay homage
I put down down the rules of Ms. Watt criminal carnage
I have your ass hypernatin'
Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'
I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back
Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (Pack!)
Ville! That's how we do down here (Browns kill!)
You come fuck around here, Brooklyn!
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Shesh, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Uh, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Shesh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Ahh, todays the day nigga!
Hahaha
Have I told you I forgot
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you..
That's it, now's all
UHH!
Salute
You motherfuckin' venom!
UHH!
You motherfuckin' venom, get back!
You motherfuckin'..
Where the bag? where the bag?
where the bag? where the bag?
You motherfuckers is garbage!
When the fuck? Where the fuck?
What the fuck? Uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)
Hahahahaha (WHAT THE FUCKER!!!)
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you
Have I told you, yeah yeah
LOVER!! SORRY!
Be your lover
Have I told you..
Have I told you..
Have I told you I forgot
To be your lover

featuring Kool G Rap
Intro (sampled):
Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns

";Yeah, they talkin about rap.";
";We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its
hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live.";
[Guru]
Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you
question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats my do
We'll sun you, plus I see right through
Its way it means to me and M.O.P.
Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
Chorus:
Holdin it down ----> Billy Danze
Phony ass rappers ----> Guru
Dead serious ----> ??
Finish em ----> Lil' Fame
(Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war ----> Billy Danze
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty ----> Lil' Fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Billy Danze]
Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do
It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won't stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(It's so amazin) ???? pop shit
Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!
Chorus
[Lil' Fame]
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)
Act like you know what I'm about, Salute!
Chorus
*Premier scratches to fade*

(4x)
It's the Mash Out Posse
Rugged neva smooth
M fuckin O fuckin P on the move
[ Lil' Fame ]
The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this
I'm leavin rappers with the dumbness
Because I got no feelings, I done this
Takin you propers, we comin right
And now we gotta (take money money)
Yeah, you motherfuckin right
Lil' Fame's removin MC's like terpentine
Droppin that shit that MC's couldn't search and find
Not even if you was a golddigger
I'm a bad - nah! let me chill
Yo Bill, hold me down, nigga
[ Billy Danzinie ]
M fuckin O fuckin P keep it rugged
Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame
Still bustin your brain
Yeah! doin the thang thang
Home team keepin it phat
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of that
Don't be amazed if you're left in a daze
M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps best behave
-chorus-
[ Lil' Fame ]
I'm ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on
Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn
Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas
With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half, they can't get with math
Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave
So get the cash out, I put your glass out
Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out
They can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it
And once a nigga make a record
Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked
Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke
I'ma smoke till I croak
I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala
Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye
When I snap will I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When I rap do I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
Is M.O.P. knockin motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk about?
Don't have me jack or disrespect sumthin
The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin
Because we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the move
We keep it rugged neva smooth
-chorus-
[ Billy Danzenie ]
Aiyo! let's take it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained while we came
We're international, niggaz know the name
I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!)
I represent the 1-5-4 fuckin 5
It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped
So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back
I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift
I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my Smith
I put herbs out of they myseries
And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me
I had my name ever since I was a little kid
For all the ill Hill shit I done did
I've been down for years and years to come
The nigga that you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please stand
(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy Danze
I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size
But there's more than what meets your eyes
From Monday through motherfuckin Sunday
M.O.P. will be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay

[Intro]
In the year 2000...
(M-O-P) still bangin
(Firing Squad!)
(The last generation...)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down one for time for you
You motherfuckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games
[Lil' Fame]
Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
Bitch don't get in my way
Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
Fight along with the shell aces
Holler if you hear me
I turn your head into a skeleton skull
And leave it hollow if you hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
Niggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
But I'm hear to fuck up your day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin
[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you where you stand?
B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga
I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)
Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it's over
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
Nigga feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit
Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit
(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker
[Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my life on the line every step of the way
It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish that
Nigga where the fuck that money at
I know you got it, and I want it Jack
Just give me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another pack
And I'll be back for that

[CHORUS]
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
[Billy Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed
Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range
If I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in it
It's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant)
This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while you're Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain
[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record [needle] What's my motherfuckin name?
[scratched: "Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"]
We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding
with that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
The way, I'ma show you how
motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down..
Anybody that asks to battle
you better pass, cause I'ma kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse"
but ain't seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's ringin bells
[CHORUS]
[Lil' Fame]
Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly
Cause Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..
[Billy Danze]
.. I'ma kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody shit
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go
Let me show you where I'm AT, cause I'm FAT
Give me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on your fuckin back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when-
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and mine finessed it
Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my nigga nigga man)
To my nigga Pit
(My nigga Bo)
That nigga McGruff
(Prince Leroy, rest in peace)
Spud McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
My nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze
Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home Team kid
Hill Figga Niggaz

Firing Squad nigga
Firing Squad!
Uh, First Family
Top notch nigga
BD, uh
[Billy Danze]
I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man William feel
I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud
Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above
The world (to see a better day)
Please my children need, and I can't find a fuckin way
What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier
I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga
Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now
In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now
Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see the
M slash O dash P on your TV and the
Industry keep fucking wit me
So I brought my cousins wit me
>From now on they gon be thuggin wit me
Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga
For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
First Family, royalty, holla!
[CHORUS x2: Fame and Bill Danze]
How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! Ha Ha!
[Lil Fame]
This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin
Stand face to me, no more runnin
Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
Rap track flippin acrobatic
Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
To the death, til the Firng Squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out
This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin, wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all laws
And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra
Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon!
[CHORUS x2]
[Billy Danze]
(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin
Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion
(Criminal passion) Top of the line
It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine
(Take a life son) Fuck that!
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered
You heard I was, raised with the elements
It's William, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence
I'm from the Ville, (that's home)
I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam
[Lil Fame]
Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate
Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight
What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be
I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy
I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
(We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated R
Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa
Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker
[CHORUS x2]
heh heh, how many niggas
Ride wit us
Can you ride
Firing Squad nigga
Yeah! Wit us!
First Family, murder
Top notch nigga
You know the rules of the motherfucking game

[Intro]
Yeah, Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute
[Hook: x1.5]
I got a ride
You got a ride
We got a ride, that hit up from both sides
[Verse One]
Yo, it's the way of the world, right
And can't nobody change, the way that nigga Williams does his thang
You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
That's me, voted, most likely to squeeze (blahaw)
Now I'm worth 6 hundered G's
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Plus I got all my motherfuckin' thugs here
First Family style buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice, my shit sold
(Never went gold), but fuck it I'm still dope (broke)
Don't pretend to be no millionaire
I'm makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
See that's my destiny, although
We know none of the wack niggas is touchin' me so...
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)
What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that)
Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
I represent mine and whatever consern me
(The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)
On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I'm use to)
Now a days, rappers act pretty
Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City
Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust)
Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust
But y'all (dogs) soon will see (what's that?)
What we bringin' to this sheisty ass industry
Now (now) that's my destiny, although,
We know none of y'all wack niggas is touchin' me, so...
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
Now throw your motherfuckin' hands up (for what?)
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We won't pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple
(Do you know what we into?) Check the resemy
We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the way
We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
But we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to steal
Plus we bust, don't mistake us for no other
Eye's screamin' like a demon
Finger itchin' like a motherfucker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
Black, emptyin' on sight, use your head
You don't wanna get up in this thug life
[Hook]
[Outro]
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
Yeah, world famous, international

[Chorus: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze]
Power (power) power
(M dot O dot P devour) our
(Loyalty is royalty boss
We roll through wit tremendous force and bring)
(Power) power (power)
M dot O dot P devour (our)
Family stick to the plan (we) we
(Will) will (stand) stand, stand
[Billy Danze]
You motherfuckers gotta deal wit the consequences (for sure)
I'm takin no prisoners under no conditions (for sure)
I'm on a one way mission to hell, I'm missin details
Thinkin of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell
(I know they wanna see you fail)
Fuck 'em, tell 'em see me
I come thru wit two, hands full of fire, don't see me
You can find me on the back blocks (in BK)
I be posted up at the crack spots (all day)
Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain
In the blood, sweat & tears, from the years in the game
My connection to Fame, is immortal
Them bullshit we fought through
(Remember what them Old Timerz taught you)
Treat fee like royalty, the First Family, about loyalty
Don't let a nigga change that, or rearrange that
(If a nigga try to change that)
You know where to aim at
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
This is it y'all, I don't hold back
I'ma roll back, cock your four back, it's Womack nigga
Pack guns, back gems, sold crack nigga
I know the drug game but I chose rap, nigga
You want that raw shit, well it rock right here
You want that iced out shit, it's not right here
Cuz it drop right here, I'm top of the line
You at your borderline, how wack your shit, stop right here
Fizzy Wo', spittin on niggas
I drop diarrhea, watery shittin on niggas
We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it's Groundhog Day
And dump rounds all day (run up)
I'mma fuck ya funnel
This ain't no motherfuckin jam, bitch, squeeze ya gun up
(First Fam) Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme
That's what the fuck I call a street team, we bring
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze] (Lil' Fame)
Stand up for the Family (shut shit down)
Bodies pop up (close shop up)
Some thugs wanna waste us (but them thugs won't face us)
Cuz our guns don't discriminate (and the slugs ain't racist)
(Pull a cock, back on it, nigga act on it
My blue steel shine, like I push a 'llac on it
No serial numbers, so it gotta scratch on it
And it make slugs travel like I put a Mack on it)
When we where just little boys (we seen the big picture)
Stuck down in the bottom (so we wrote our own scripture)
Surrounded by my niggas (day in and day out)
Got into shit to get figgas and couldn't find a way out
(Them Old Timerz in the hood)
They understand why we were always up to no good
(we was crying for help)
It's your everyday bring out, born in the middle of society's mess
Motherfucker, I possess

OKAYYY! (YEAHHH!) AIYAHH!
Hahahahah.. yeah!
"Groups came and went as fast as day and night."
Word up, word up, word up, word up, c'mon
"Among them.."
Heheheh.. WHAT? UHH!
"While their career was short lived.."
NIGGA, YEAHH! First Family!
".. their lead vocalist was to become a legend."
[Billy Danze]
Uhh, yo I suffered a lot of setbacks, I accept that
and I still had a will to win (you didn't expect that?)
You shoulda expect that
So the stupidness you talkin, you gon' regret that (BO)
Get back bitch, broadcast me, live on the air
Brought to you from the corner street, I'm still here
And yeah it's my sun time
How did I end one (NINE) nine (NINE)
Poppin a (NINE) nine times
I keep my mind structured, so I can think
above and beyond, stay strong and live wrong, c'mon
You see me in these streets, do I look sweet?
Do I look like I'm easy to defeat? (Hahahaha)
Do I look weak; or do I look like
if I fall off, I wouldn't land on my feet?
Paint my picture, with a legendary gangster (??)
and only think of me as you think of when gangsters rapped
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
FIRST FAMILY IS ON TOP NOW! Representin the industry lockdown!
Operation - DON'T STOP NOW! Don't stop GET IT GET IT!
Burn this motherfucker down!
FIRST FAMILY IS ON TOP NOW! Representin the industry lockdown!
Operation - DON'T STOP NOW! Don't stop GET IT GET IT!
Burn this motherfucker down!
[Lil' Fame]
Hah, yo, yo
You know Fizzy Wo' nigga, bring that noise
I keep it jumpin (jumpin) all night (all night)
Thumpin (thumpin) all night (all night)
Is it bumpin? (YEAHHHHHHH) All right
So I'ma speak on it (speak on it) I watched niggaz freefall
No release, cause your album was to recall
We blow up prime time for you niggaz
with them SUV rhymes, climb over niggaz
Isn't this amazin, the way that we came through
blazin without radio, hell raisin (WHAT?)
These rap dudes think they foolin me
Posted up in the club, with that ten carat jewelry
Blow up baby, lace your Jeep with rims
I'ma stack mine and lace (?) feet with Timbs (HA)
Just remember the names, Billy Danze and Fame
Two of the illest niggaz in the game
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Yo, yo
We still post up on the frontline, whenever it's crunchtime
Whichever one of you cocksuckers want mine (WHAT?)
(TALK TO 'EM BILL) I ain't gotta tell 'em nuttin
They already know that the Family ain't frontin
See there's no complications, with confrontations
My congregation is facin some strange situations
The greatest of all times (loyalty) First Family
(loyalty) Yeah, we still here!
[Lil' Fame]
Brace yourself for the ultimate real
Burghoff and Fizzy Wo' is in your atmosphere
And Guiliani steady tellin us put down the guns
But, Amadou Diallo caught at least forty-one
I'm immune to crime, equipped with nines
Po'-po' got theirs, I'ma stick to mine
(IT'S THE WAY) That's right (OF THE WORLD) Sho' nuff
They gon' need more than the cops, cause the streets is so rough
[Chorus]
Hahahaha..
"Groups came and went as fast as day and night."
"Among them.."
"While their career was short lived.."
First Family! UHH

Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!
Sssssss..
[Billy Danze]
Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons
and half-steppers don't half-step, without protection
The rules of the game is, spit first
until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
You see a man gon' claim his
Duke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' ass
Niggaz see Burke on the conduit
in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick
Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun)
There'll never be a boo that understand what we got son
We've been down a long time
I'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline
BOM-BURST two times on top of the line
You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal
you could still shop for the 'Ville
[various samples scratched]
[Lil' Fame]
Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop
and the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hot
Keep the heat real close cause it's, dangerous
and the, game don't change Fame bang with this
It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
All day, right back at you live
from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin
WHO fuckin with the rapper dude?
Don't even GOOO THERE
I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)
N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.
We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet
Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
(M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+
[various samples scratched]
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo the game don't change only the players
I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers
We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)
Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
Can't nobody change my two step
I'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em
[Lil' Fame]
What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned
Slugs flyin you realizin that it's your turn
Didn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM
(BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!
Them goons was hot on ya!
Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin
til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga
Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze!

featuring O.C.
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"

Chorus: Lil' Fame
Primetime (New York, New York)
That's the place where the soldiers die (New York, New York)
That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New York, New York)
That's the niggas that multiply (New York, New York)
[Lil' Fame] (Billy Danze)
Yo, where you from, nigga? (New York)
When you come through here (Fool, take your jewels off)
Cause these niggas is known for (Bumpin fools off)
And they takin over (If your crew's off)
You got thugs with machines, assault teams
Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh
People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest
Boriquas for heaters (Down to bust)
And them New Jers' niggas is down with us
I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon
Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum
We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms
And sick terrorists with bombs
And, when you slide through on the VI, son
Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time
Chorus: Billy Danze
[Billy Danze]
Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95
Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, ";Let's ride";
Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car
Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr
It ain't to far once you into VA
Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way
Keep your ??, so the man won't trap you
Now leadin the convoy to the Big Apple!
Tell your homies, ";Fuck that thing"; dip in the left lane
Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane
You in Deleware, you almost hear
The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there (right there)
Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin
Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in
When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box
We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks
Chorus: Lil' Fame and Billy Danze
Home, sweet home, nigga. Home team, nigga. Home team. Your home
nigga, your home, nigga. Come on back. Come on back. Mash Out Posse.
Firing Squad. ?9, baby, ?9. Hiphop. Lock it down. One time for
your mind. Salute, salute. First Family.

[CHORUS: M.O.P.]
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack...
[Lil Fame]
Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs
Gettin on my nerves
Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin
This lil nigga get to poppin, pistol grippin and cockin
[Cuz nine times outta ten] I'm guranteed to leave you stragglin
Plus I bag emcees that's babblin
I aint tryin to hear ya
But I'm about ready to ear ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin
[Before I send a slug through your melon]
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
[You sittin] I'm sittin on chrome like Masta Ace
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be wreckin like the fuckin Jamaicans at SunSplash
[It aint where you from] It's where ya at
And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat
So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in NEW JACK CITY!!
[CHORUS: M.O.P.]
[Billy Danze]
Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap dudes
[With fake attitudes] That refuse to play by the rules
It's a shame the way they be dissin the game
They fantasize then go to something I would tell lies
[These fake thugs] Replace slugs that's have three to nigga
[Actin like he want it] No one wanna see my niggas
[Firing Squad] Still firing, fuckin wit old timers
Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement
Stoppin your traffic, [M.O.P.] a classic
Puttin you bitch ass niggas in caskets [you lil bastards]
Don't know this rap shit, get this
My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins
[Raw breed] Indeed, we proceed to give you what you need
You way out of your motherfucking league
It's the, warpath, O.G. staff
Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot ass in half
My family don't give a fuck about you
How 'bout I, jump up and smack the shit out you
[Get at 'em] Took you down the Firing Squad committee

"I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
We happen to be them LIVE NIGGAZ
(Don't try) NIGGAZ
Do or DIE NIGGAZ
Fizzy Womack y'all true HILLFIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker NIGGA
*repeat*
Verse one: Lil Fame'
We brought a very raw chapter from the history of slinging crack!
To the history of rap
From the history of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
(William and) Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
What it look like, when they on the pipe?
Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread
When you down and out, people turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
Hold that down,
As I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty smile, like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
I got family from CI to B'ville
We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real
(Now slide) Slide
Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide
Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)
*change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)*
Verse two: Billy Danze
Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance)
From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit
Watch these real niggaz, move crowds
While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed
I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie
I've always been afraid to die
(So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first
I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse
When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at
(First Family!) , you know where my love's at
Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Here to a hundred years
We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
We dedicated to dominating the same shit
Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do
(You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew
If I'm after you, it's on
Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on!) So now you remember me
It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD
Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze*
Verse three:
Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased
*pause* REST IN PEACE
Ya', (Ya') Still with me
And I still keep old feel with me
I'm dedicated to the game
Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain
A Brooklyn ?fugitive?
I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner
Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines
(The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
You know my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole clips
So tell your man stop flinchin
Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin
(Firing Squad) With the same tale
(The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes*
*beat to fade*

[Heather B]
Holler the fuck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with
hydro. Uh, uh, uh...
Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck?
I pray for their day, no luck
They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what?
To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up
I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changed
Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! really
And lookin at me strange, what the deally?
All or nothin, why I'm in this
But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze's
Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em
Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware
My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em
And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em
[Chorus:]
[Billy Danze:] So where we at? (IN YOUR BUSINESS)
Where? (IN YOUR BUSINESS)
Yeah (LET THEM NIGGAS KNOW WHAT THIS IS)
[Lil' Fame:] I send my goons at to get ya
Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya
[M.O.P.:] My kinda nigga!
[repeat]
[Lil' Fame]
There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves Slap
Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap?
Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough rats
With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap
I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's
Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers
(My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain't nobody seein em
M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas
I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga
These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass
And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass
My niggas! Fly niggas! Live!
Don't try! Do or die niggas!
With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad
Still firing hard (My kinda nigga)
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Let's put this motherfucking shit in order
everybody face me, this won't take long
I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock
I'm warning y'all, I'm Billy, I'm ready to pop
(Stop) Before they lay your body on ice
I'll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be nice
I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine
Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine
(Watch em work) That's right, notice what I'm workin with
The Hell-raising, gun-blazin Berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(Dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape
Before I go, I need to know if my niggas is straight
(Hold me down) Who that?
(First Fam) Where you at?
(In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga!
[Chorus]

"Aaaaaaaah... I told you motherfuckers.
Now what the fuck is going on?
You done started a war here now it's on here."
Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl. (Uh) You know what I mean.
Bizzy Womack back up in this motherfucker. (Firing Squad, nigga.)
No I ain't went nowhere, nigga. Fucking with the best.
(Oh yeah, to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass?
(Firing Squad, nigga.) I know what the fuck I'm talking about.
(Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga)
[Verse one: Lil Fame]
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
You done started a war here, now its on (YEAH)
What the fuck, NIGGA?
You thought you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
Watch Fame squash em
Look what I brought to ya
And when I'm gone do ya
Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH
Keep deep focus, the locust of war raps
Hard Fizzy Womack
Set it off like them for Bronx
(Borrow lives!) Roll this thug
(Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
Anaconda, wanna take me under
For jealousy, Goddamn yo it makes me wonder
But the path I follow been blessed
From my certificate of like, to my. certificate of death
[Chorus]
Billy Danze: You gotta, do something, move something
Try to make that shit more (Live for your dogs!)
Lil Fame: Cause ain't nobody gonna rock that shit
If it ain't got that raw (Vibe for your dogs!)
[Verse two: Billy Danze]
I bring this whole motherfucking world to a standstill
William Danz-ini don't you know this man will?
(Move on em!) D-yea take action
(Step to em!) Straight blasting
Ghetto predator slash retarded motherfucker
Enables me to be one cold-hearted motherfucker
Start it motherfucker (Come on) I leave no traces
(Come on) Run up, I blow your ass back seven paces
(Feel the pressure as we step in the place.)
Pump one in your face
(Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me, believe me
One of them guys that specialize in (master illusions)
Vanishing in the wind
After commiting a sin
Then, I'm laying low till another day
As for your crew, I send them to you when I come through at the wake
(That's right!) Them promise to always roll with you
So nigga I'ma send they soul with you
Get the fuck outta here!
[Chorus x2: Fame and Danze switch stanzas]
[Verse 3]
[Lil Fame:]
Straight for casters
For full blasters
Survivers that dealt with disaster
Master the plans that twist YA
Cocks back, dismiss ya
Aroused by this too-down militant militia
Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap
And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap
You can't hide from death
(Nah!) You'll be found with your neck in a noose
stripped for you life, hung form ?scratch?
Billy Danze: Now if I step up in your chest
(Give you cardiac arrest!)
Convert you into a mess
(You been blessed!)
(Damn!) I don't waste time
I bust mine
To splatter ya
First of all, your small, your not even my calibre
(So get up in they ass!)
Niggaz, taking blasts
(Aiyo lets take it to they ass!)
Son, we gotta do this right
(The Marksmen) From the Marx'
Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs
Leave you so called thugs laying in junk
(bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Chorus x2]
Spoken: Ha ha! Come on. Firing Squad, nigga.
What'd ya say? What, what, what'd ya say?
What, what, what ya say? What ya say?
Goddamn in the mourning, nigga. Come on, ha ha!

Aaaaaaaaah!
[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
?Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
[repeat]
[Lil' Fame]
Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up cause I move with them thug niggas
From old ? to life we straight sparkin light
Bring light to the darkest nights
(M) Blast (O) Blast, P in your area
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your fuckin with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I love
I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back
I love, cats that rap and still drip checks
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple X
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Aiyyo, you know what I love (What's that?)
It's when motherfuckers assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin room
(Niggas is gone) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
(I love) What I got, son, my shit is prop', son
With Prem' in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun
(Stop son!) Here is the ultimate
Somethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my shit
(I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that's deep
Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin
(First Family) With the Desert Storm impression
The lesson: I advise if your not ready to ride
on the homicide side, nigga slide
[Chorus]
[Freddie Foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real niggas love to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my ?fours?
Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, nigga
I love the feeling, and the rush that I get
From ?Sam? run the Rolex watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact without a deal
How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile
I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times
And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes
Its a luxury to see me emcee
Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this?
Niggas bustin shots on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on
Loan soldier standin on the front line, I fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none
You niggs ain't no real emcee's
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at me
I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down
[echoes]
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on!
[Chorus]
[Freddie Foxxx]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas that don't know, when
I crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhere
you can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. With hot slugs at

[Billy Danzenie]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) [x4]
How about some hardcore?
[VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie]
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin sweet
Go get your muthafuckin hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
[Li'l Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) [x4]
How about some hardcore?
[VERSE 2: Billy Danzenie]
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop niggas like drawers
Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's
I'm talkin titles when it's showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my verse that'll serve
Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs
I ain't about givin niggas a chance
And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real
Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more
(Yeah!)
[Billy Danzenie]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) [x4]
[VERSE 3: Billy Danzenie]
Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker
That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You muthafuckas gonna know
That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick
I squeeze when I'm stressed
Them teflons'll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)
You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)
B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e
n-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Li'l Fame)
Li'l Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your nigga)
Boom! Ease up off the trigger
It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we bring the ruckus, right?
We trump tight, aight?
I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title
(7 fuckin 30) that means I'm homicidal
[Li'l Fame]
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) [x4]
[VERSE 4: Li'l Fame]
Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads where the white be
Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it
Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phoney, I put the 'mack' in a -roni
I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless
We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o
I'm catchin other niggas peepin, shit, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a muthafuckin Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got shit for niggas that roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'ma kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em
[Li'l Fame]
Knowmsayin?
Li'l Fame up in this muthafucka
Givin shoutouts to my man D/R Period
[Name]
Lazy Laz
My man Broke Ass Moe
The whole Saratoga Ave.
Youknowmsayin?
Representin for Brooklyn
Most of all my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace
[Billy Danzenie]
Danzenie up in this muthafucka
I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P.
Brooklyn, period
Them niggas that just don't give a fuck
[O.G. Bu-Bang]
Bet yo ass, nigga
Hey yo, this muthafuckin Babyface [Name]
Aka O.G. Bu-Bang

[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back 'fore I push your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don't know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard
w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule
We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy
Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME)
It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)
[Chorus x2]
Home Sweet Home
Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!!
Brooklyn - Send em back home!
Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at?
[Lord Have Mercy]
Never bring B (B)
R (R)
Double O K (K)
L Y into it
Bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it
Theives rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name
Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You don't know me, and never will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious like Chris Wallace
(BROOKLYN!!)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon)
[Chorus x2]
[Billy Danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion
Duck when I'm aiming (First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Hollered at (Bum Bum)
Fired at (gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)
If you know a nigga as well as me
you better bring a motherfuckin calvary
Blesssss

[F] Uhh!
[D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga!
[D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid nigga!
[D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga!
[D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid!
[F] Everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is
[D] Old bitch, don't move, take off the jewels and shine-eses
(Please don't shoot me mayn)
[F] Papi play the game right, and ery'thang'll be aight
(There go the safe!)
[Lil' Fame]
It ain't no time for concentration
Get over there papi tell 'em the combination
Tell 'em Ron's got his car keys
I don't give a fuck if he beg, Boom shoot him in the head
[Danze]
Somebody comin in on the side
[Lil' Fame]
Fuck the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that motherfucker die
Dolo (?) fuckin standin there lookin silly
Yo Boom, give me a hand (Yo, where the fuck is Billy?)
He went outside to the car y'all
It's (?) and dark black, I'm dumpin papi off at the Baha
(Let's hurry up before the shit get hot)
Yeah because this old bitch is blowin up the spot
They say nigga do anything for dough
And now I'm the nigga with the dough, so old bitch, you gotta go
[BANG] Yo I've been schemin on the spot for about a year
[Danze]
And now you got what you want, so let's get out of here
[Lil' Fame]
We ain't no motherfuckin joke
We caught ten thou', and a motherfuckin ounce of weed to smoke
(*conversations for a second or two*)
Yo... oh shit, five-oh!
Let's get the fuck up out of Dodge
[Danze]
I'ma make a right here
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, drop us off by the garage
We gotta get away, some way, some how
The cop's on our ass, feet don't fail me now
I say we must to let the A.. K.. pop
Cause I ain't playin with these K.. K.. Kops
(Just chill nigga, (?) back and put the dough in)
The punk motherfucker kept goin
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
[Billy Danze]
Shanghai nigga, Lil' Fame (I got the pound)
(?) til them niggaz tellin me the straw's down
Run up on 'em from all angles can you dig it fool?
(Yeah, click clak KLOW, nobody move!)
Face down get on the ground (That shit's foul)
Shut the fuck up punk it's M.O.P. you know our style
Yo (?) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick
(Aight - make a move I'ma bump you bitch)
Sean duke got jewels, go 'head and grab it
Shack, anybody move, let everybody have it
(Cli clack) (Bill chill 'til we find the stash)
Roll with us or we gon' roll right over your ass
Now where that motherfuckin money homes?
(In the closet) Where the llello?
(In the dresser right there by the phone)
Cool, breeze, twenty G's
Two ki's, I sent my nigga fat B's
[Lil' Fame]
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs
[Billy Danze]
After that hit you in your back with the deuce-fo'
Heistmaster, known to cause disaster
Robbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster
(Head 'em up!) Move 'em out (Ay nigga it's time to leave)
Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeve
Strapped made a move towards me while we was breakin North
(Yeah, I tore his motherfuckin wig off)
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass

Check, check, check
[Chorus:]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel
Rah [echoes]
[Verse one: Lil' Fame]
What the rawdog feelin?
An author like, Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(The world stop spinnin)
The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
[Chorus]
[Verse two: Billy Danze]
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. See, gee
I'm on a mission. Look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(That can't change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
(Retality's real) Fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(Clap, clap) Get your gat
(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
[Lil' Fame:] FACE MINE Cause I'm here
Dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe
Or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)
[Billy Danze:] How many niggas runnin with me? [pause] (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me [pause] (to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
Slangin out hollow slugs
(Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
Salute! [main beat stops, baseline continues]

[Chorus]
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up!
[Lil' Fame]
Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga knows is
everybody that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one
Niggaz is gettin kinda bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin to leave a nigga cold
I'm packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain't goin out like Willie (?)
[Billy Danze]
I propose a toast (YEAH) next nigga that play me close
I'ma have your faggot ass hangin off a lamp post
(SALUTE!) To my nigga that slid and did bids
(REST IN PEACE) To them niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass back to the essence
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the path
So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
Guns N Roses, no one opposes the MASH OUT POSSE
You can't stop me
I'm packin blue steel steppin with my weapon waitin for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the concrete jungle
Foes'll hear the words from the reverand
And caught hell fuckin with Fame, so now they ass gotta go to heaven
I fear no man, and I ain't Omar Epps
but I'm lettin motherfuckers know the program
Too many motherfuckers died on the street
That's why I tell motherfuckers to back up and play me feet
Just the other day I put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around with the motherfuckin trey-pound
Just for my enemies so I can blow they chest in
Cause Smith and Wesson'll have your whole family stressin
Another basket, casket closin
They put away the Guns, then here come the motherfuckin Roses
Tags are promptly placed on your toes
You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival when you play it to the end
Before you go out in a blaze, may the best man win
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Another motherfuckin massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz that I'm movin with G
To you snake-ass, two-faced ass niggaz
You gon' make me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Gun over Rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
One or the other nigga, no doubt
You know the way the motherfuckin story turns out
Only your life or you're chancin
Me I got a record like my man Charles Manson
Bill puttin niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a motherfuckin hit man will
(Another motherfuckin Cadillac)
Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in black
Whatever must be must be
Me I try to keep my shit a little low-key
See, cause you don't know how it feels
Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to Bill
Mostly because I never of (kid they tryin to herb ya)
I ain't doin time for no fuckin murder
Mad brothers done died on the street
I know it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead
Salute the world and then nod your head

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Lil Fame]
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?)
Me bitch (who dat?)
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang,(go head) bells they still ring (uh huh)
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane
(AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!) How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American (slash!) pretty boy
[HOOK:]
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!
[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out (what's that?)
They don't want us to shine (true)
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga (AAAAAAAHHH!!)
What! Who gon' tame me
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
'99 is my time to shine, that's that
(Take it easy) Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo', (suckas never played us)
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it (FIRE!!)

[Premier "Look nigga, you know the name.."]
["Where we from nigga? 718"]
["Brooklyn!" - "M plus O plus P!"]
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
["M plus O plus P!"]
[Lil' Fame]
Check it out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March
One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy Wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get scratched, pronto
Bill and Fame make magic like Premier and, Eddie Sancho
(YO WHERE YOU BEEN KID?) I don't know, gettin ready for war
Parlayin with Ebony and Kwa
Foes wanna surround me with jealousy and war
But dem nah worry me, what you wan' bury me for?
I'm tired of fools askin me
if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"M.O.P.: To the Death" sold?
And if "How About Some Hardcore" went gold?
What up with these R&B; cats nowadays
rockin doo-rags with braids (THEY FUCKED UP NOW)
Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappers
But Fizz is gonna be Famester, Famester's gonna be slapper
I been doin this pah
I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape
just to record Marley Marl
(IT'S THE FIRING SQUAD) Yo (JUMP) yo (JUMP)
(FIRST FAMILY) For the two (OH) oh (OHHHHH)
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his own rules
And most dudes can't fit in my shoes
The world needs to know it's only one William Danzini
You synthetic-ass niggaz can't see me (nope)
You plexiglass-ass niggaz can't be me
You generic-ass nigga won't believe me
(WE'VE BEEN TRAINED BY THE OLD CODE)
Talk while you unload (???)
I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night
cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights
I'm still sufferin from alcohol abuse
And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce
(DAMN NIGGA YOU LOOSE) I'm just me
I'm sick of tellin you dudes, so (WHAT IT'S GON' BE)
Who put them hammers to use now (M.O.P.)
It's what the ghetto produce yo (FIRST FAMILY)
I'm a predicate, you niggaz is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin is irrelevant
I am devil sent (BLOW EM DOWN)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapdily (FIRE!!)
(BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK) BASTARD!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! ..
Hahahahaha, nigga! Nigga!

[CHORUS x2:]
Firing Squad
Aint no tellin what they might do
Firing Squad
Yo them niggas will invite you
Firing Squad
To the battlefields so they can wipe you
Firing Squad
That's them niggas that don't like you
[Billy Danze]
Everybody hit the floor, "aw shit not again", don't flinch
All F A T emcees lay the bench
You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass
Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass
Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid I missed M.O.P"
Hey I'm sorry you had to wait G
In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd
So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud
Firing Squad, back on the case
To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra
BOOYAH! Do ya, plan to, stand and prove
Remember I got love for only a handful
That's [Danze] architechting the game plan
To bust down the doors, I've already smacked the shit out your main man
I don't think you want no static C
Automatically, automatic G's, bump somethin
[CHORUS]
[Teflon]
Count your blessings, just mount your Smith & Wessons in a hurry
The more grounds I cover the more brothers to worry
Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting
Ass I'ma never show guns but I'm still an assassin
Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn
From out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout
Here's the facts about my M.O.P. click
We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas 'll leave 'em sensin
Yo let it be known, we own the walks
Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks
For real, we own the low sharks
Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit
The ill part is on the mic I be kickin the freak shit
Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it
Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits
It's over, straight from Saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize
We exercise, our lyric, something deadly
[CHORUS]
[Lil Fame]
[Take it to the streets] Watch niggas collapse
Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps
This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef
You tell me and Billy will go to war like it's Valiance
Once I catch ya, I'm guranteed I got ya
Duke, I bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher
Aint nothing to kid about
I put one in your wig and bounce
Leave the rest for the all time C to figure out
Now, who's that nigga that's tryin to take my spot
New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
Yo I run shit like Mr. Hoppa, because I pop up
And I rip raps like crackheads strip copper
Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love
You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs
Nigga what, I take your pride and slide
And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide

Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap
Rap dudes
Yeah, (laughing)
Yeah, come on motherfucka
Yea I gave ya a hour nigga
But now I want my shit back
Bring it to ya ass
Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A.
I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass
Motherfucka
[Lil Fame]
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen too
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out
Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away
But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea
Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P.
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka
Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (fuck outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (bitch)
What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe
Magnificent, baby
[beat changes]
Firing Squad
One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas Illest
My niggas
You know my steez nigga, you know my steez
M.O.P., Fizzy Woe
[Billy Danze]
Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin born and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze
(First Family) Suffer for days (come on)
And we inheritin them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team
By the time I was thirteen (thirteen)
I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby
It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line
(Soldier Boy) Rapid fire the greatest of all time
We 'em dance, waitin for Shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga)
I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know I exist;
that's why my point is gettin missed
I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros
[Laughing]
Nigga
Ha ha

[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

[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don't want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm ready to blast, kid
Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my respect
If I have to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You fuckin f.a.g.
(Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
(Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)
[Lil' Fame]
Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name
I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps
When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump
Because we're goin all out, word to Miz
You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his
Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another nigga smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama
Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you niggas start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me
It's the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke when I defeat a man
Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man
[Billy Danzini]
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk
Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman
Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin
Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What kinda shit is he tryin to pull?
All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked
Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec
I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground
Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell
M.O.P. goin out till the end
This is how we separate the boys from the men
Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull

[Product G&B;]
Oh yeah.. (G&B;)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh
Yeahhh, yeahhhh
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze
(and Fizzy Womack) from the trenches of the dungeons
Who want some? Remember I'm sick with it
(BROWNSVILLE) B-K nigga, don't forget it
I'm still beat boppin when you see me poppin through
And the money mission seem to be impossible
I put it down, all way across the board
The original O.G. (?) not a fraud
Clap, don't applaud
It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!)
I'm from where a lot of soldiers are found
and the hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town
When the gangsters decide to put it down I'll be around
with my hat broke down, grippin a pound, now
Please send them cats; I'll get up in 'em
with venom bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back!
[Product G&B;]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (heyyyyy)
[Lil' Fame]
Here we go again (YEAHHH) fall back
'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat
Live from the headquarters, you already know so
make yourself be heard - OHHHHHHHHH
It's the F-I-Z-Z-Y, Dub-O-Mack
Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that
So tell me who in this (who in this)
You in this (you in this)
M.O.P., we ruin this, doin this
BACK, one mo' gen (THAT'S RIGHT)
And the, streets is back y'all, come on in
We bring the heat on purpose
Clear, shit in the middle of your show
like a horse at the circus
Damn what you worth bitch, you get your head gauze wrapped
Real tight, tell me is it worth it?
I'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me
It's the First Family, tell yo' bitch talk to me, c'mon!
[Product G&B;]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right
Ghetto & Blues intertwined together
G&B; will make you feel alright!
So we started from the ground up
headed right to the top, ohh ohhhhhh
We makin moves for cheddar
cause the streets are too hot
G&B;, M.O.P. yeahh yeahh
Ohhh oooohhh, ohh ohh, ohh yeah yeah
And my homies
I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right (everyday)
Feelin the beat
Goin my way
If I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way?
And why does crime stay on, my mind?
Here we go, back again
Here we go, here we go again
Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Uhh, uhh, it's G&B;
Sincere Money Harm
Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P.

Drama lord
[VERSE 1: Billy Danzini]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord
Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do real things, so that mean whatever
You was warned before you came
So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the frame
I get nuts off whenever beef occur
All I'm askin ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
If you want it, then you can get it, homes
What you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and roll with force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your chestboard
Tell my peoples that's real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
Lil' Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my automatic
In case I run into some static
Search all night, lookin for the gun fight
Troopin from dust to dawn, ready to get it on
Creep through the town, checkin out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my serve machine
So don't ever harass me, or put nothin past me
Cause you'll be the next when I blast, gee
Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the drama lord
[VERSE 2: Lil' Fame]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville Sluggers
Punk niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody play fight
Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight
Instead of a nigga hurtin me first
I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
Though guys come with it and get it
Whenever I got my heat, man
I bring the beef like the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to Jesus
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in pieces
Me and my peoples got all types of gats
12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog
To set it off and let the dogs loose
Put up your shit and we can rumble
But if I'm in double trouble
Then I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble
See, the niggas that I roll with, they don't run
Niggas use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, we'll bring the terror to your territory
Pump em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the morgue

Billy Danze:
a yo what up sport, guess who back on the scene
The human being cannon with the infrared beam
before the song move on i'm lettin you know
i'm still in the ville and i'm still lettin it go
So yo, Crews with your official rap dues
got genovese sayin who the fuck is that dude
the family
its M.O.P.
the world famous D-A-N-Z-INIE
usde your lethal and a swift
never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame
bringin back, hardcore raps to the atmosphere
me and my man makin hits with premier
you faggots ain't doin it right,
so here's the ??? from the FIRING SQUAD!, we're trigga nigga stripes
i'm fishin the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right
my niggas is tight downtown swinga!
chorus
I'M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INternational!
downtown swingin
I'M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INTERNATIONAL!
downtown swingin
lil' fame
CROOKLYN!
thats where it happen at nigga
true, bonafied thoroughbred hilfigga
CODE NAME! fizzy womack
breakin shakles,tackle yo ass like bo jack
its goin down i'm feelin it, thrilin it killin it ITS OVER!
one soldier that moves militant
its lil fame ?????
so when i die make sure you bury me with a cassette of to tha death
its time to face you, LACE YOU!, erase you,
the movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you
I'M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INTERNATIONAL!
downtown swingin, comin to bust gats
when i bust raps i keep heads bobbin'
doin this for crooklyn mobbin and robbin
STRUGGLIN, slingin that crack rock
JUGGLIN, keepin then crack spots bubblin
DOWNTOWN SWINGA!
chorus
lil fame:
i'm ready wiling and i'm able
records run worldwide like cable
with rough sales to shut down your whole record label
commin at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum
M.O.P COMMIN AT THEM!
makin soloist acts and rap crews retire
we bring it to em raw and my squad start to fire
its a gunman's festival
still turnin all fools to vegetables
you fuckin wit professionals
billy danze:
my people desire the line of fire, kid its to options
you either get the fuck up out of dodge or get to poppin
i'm stoppin herbs from rockin, FAKE HIP HOPPIN
gangster boy boppin is fuckin up the game
i and fame
claim
downtown is on
the underworlds pearls settin on the throne
ITS ON!, and you niggas be killin me

[M.O.P. scratches]
C'mon!
Yeah!
International!
Downtown Swinga!
[Billy Danze]
Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)
PD, I get better with time like a fine wine
You see, ever since I was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I never been accused, of perjury
I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (Hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)
Yeah but I try not to show it baby
Cuz if I got to show skill, I will
I'm comin from Brownsville, (Downtown)
Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill
(you niggas been warned)
If I get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it's on
Once I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way
(no need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
Fuck him, cocksucker I'm lettin you know
You lookin for Brook, you went to Fizzy Ro, we Downtown
[CHORUS x2: Lil Fame and Billy Danze]
Who bringin this?
Downtown Swinga!
Swingin this
Down here we be the kings of this
Never gassed to do, what I have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, international!
[Lil Fame]
Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion
I'm all American slash Trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yo
Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo
Make motherfuckers ask, "what the fuck is he yo?"
I tote the 4 5 when I feel I'm doomed
Fuck them cassettes I don't plan to die no time soon
Down, Down town swinga
Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)
When it's hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt)
Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)
Yo I illustrate and design for those doin crimes
Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines
And I'm, here to represent for 'em
So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown
[CHORUS x2]
[Lil Fame]
Oh shit! It's on nigga
Pack your shit, and get gone nigga
Here come Fame, Bill Danze and them, (right!)
Aint no tame to handle 'em, (true)
Cuz when I'm on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin you, it's traditional
(let's cock back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And I'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody
[Billy Danze]
Get em up, clak clak!
Hit 'em up, bookah bookah!
Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka!
Shut 'em up, for good
We regulate this hood Downtown soldier
And we will lay your ass down, told ya
In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews
Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me
(make moves) Wrong nigga to cross
Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire

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
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

"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
[Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
Its a (cold world) show nuf
Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm
Slum ass wanna be hard ass nigga
Coldball butter-soft lard ass nigga
[repeat]
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop
Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot
Post up at the biggest crack spots
Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots
(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real
Fuck around you get your death wish from Bill(D-yea)
This cat sucker got the wrong idea
(He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here?
I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hide
Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do
I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I'm sliding through
I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger)
Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest niggers
(Damn) I'm so deep in the game
I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz pain
(I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict
If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)
Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kind
Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It's a...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
(Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn)
Guerilla warfare all across the land
If they break the code of silence (leave em all dead)
And fools take a fall when I call (code red)
More people travellin, like immigrants
But on the low with the most dominant (most infinite)
Lost in your track so I act innocent
But on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorant
Raised by an army of THUGS
who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest
And I, happen to be the youngest
Twenty-two years of being brave as a lion
And that's, with or without the iron
Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA)
Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure)
I ain't gotta teach a fucking family to bury me
You think your bullshit worry me?
Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humble
Fools be on point when its time for the rumble
W-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya)
With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Billy Danze:]
We gonna put this bullshit to a cease
Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the fucking beast
I figured it out from the start
And since I laid my mother to rest
I been blessed with these cold heart
(If it ain't our beef) Don't touch
(If he's against us) Fuck him, (If he ain't with us) Fuck him
(We be aight, nigga) That's right, nigga
(We tight, nigga) What's more
(When we don't like niggaz) We'll invite niggaz to war
Lil' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em
Thugs that perform massacres, like nazism
This living mechanism, study living to the end
Discombobulation, then I'm Gone With the Wind (begin)
My men been, through hard times
That's what you find when you don't do my family all kind
(Make moves) I'ma play the background when its gat time
I'ma hit you with the flatline
[Chorus]
[spoken over Fame yelling:]
Yeah, I'm done. You motherfuckers said you wanted to see me, right?
See me now, motherfuckers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow!
Motherfuckers. I told you cold world motherfucker. Bow, motherfucker!
What you gotta say now, motherfucker? You a bad motherfucker?
Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run?
Bow, motherfucker! I'll see you at your funeral motherfucker
You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, nigga, for life)
Motherfucker. Aiyo, come on son.

[music sample is Foreigner's "Cold as Ice"]
"Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you know that you are
Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you're cold as ice to me!
Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice.."
[M.O.P.]
Yeah, hahahahaha, OHHHHH SHIT! ("You're as cold as ice")
YEAH!! ("You're willing to sacrifice")
Word the fuck UP! ("You're as cold as ice")
You're ICE! ("You're willing to sacrifice")
[whispered] First Family
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
[Billy Danze]
I'd like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill
See I'm for real
When deliverin these M.O.P. tactics, I'll bury you bastards
I custom make caskets
The B.G. (told ya nigga) the Y.G. (soldier nigga)
Even the O.G. (cobra nigga) told ya nigga
I may come, with my gun in my hand
to make sure you motherfuckers understand
[Lil' Fame]
Pardon me!
How the fuck you gon' start with me?
I'm a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me
You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit
Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for "mop" and shit
Don't don't DON'T, get it twisted
I told you that we top of the line designed realistic
For instance, MASH OUT POSSE
will come through and clear yo' ass out
dump and air yo' ass out, CHUMP, we cold
[M.O.P.]
("You're as cold as ice") That's right!
("You're willing to sacrifice") SHO' NUFF!
("You're as cold as ice") Yeah!
("You're willing to sacrifice") COME ON!
("You're as cold as ice")
[whispered] First Family
("You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
[Billy Danze]
A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes
One of the fastest at blastin flashes (BURNT)
You seen my work, you know my steez
It's a slim chance that I'ma hesitate to squeeze, please
Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO)
.. and Money bet' not make (?) or I break his ass
Subtract his ass when I step through his hood
Fuck droppin you, I'm into stoppin you for good
[Lil' Fame]
Stop him if you could ("You're as cold as ice")
And you'll be, stiff as a log in a suit lookin nice
Youse a sinner nigga ("You're as cold as ice")
But you ain't cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya
You ain't in my class nigga, I'm the last nigga
You gon' fuck around and get blast, sucka ass nigga
The soul survivor, survivor sole
Nigga you roll, and I roll, let's stroll
I told you that I'm cold!
[M.O.P.]
("You're as cold as ice") Yeah!
("You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice") Yeah!
("You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
[Lil' Fame]
Yo I terrorize guys (EXERCISE) street formulas
At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium
Shit, I ain't concerned until it's my turn
I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern
But not in that form (hell nah) I perform
lyrical heatwaves, that'll keep your brain warm
But when it's on, you fuck around and get ripped up
or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up
Toe tag 'em!
[Billy Danze]
GOT HIM!
Even ballistics won't be able to tell, how the fo'-fo' ragged him
Dragged him, halfway down the block
Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop
("You're as cold as ice") Fuck you!
Tell me somethin new
On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews
in control - REAL NIGGAZ WON'T FOLD
I told you we were cold
[M.O.P.]
("You're as cold as ice") Yeah!
("You're willing to sacrifice") WHAT UP?
("You're as cold as ice", "You're willing to sacrifice")
("You're as cold as ice") Yeah
("You're willing to sacrifice")

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
Them streets look - Full to ya!
Villains look - Poor to ya!
Them niggas'll - Slaughter ya!
For your goose Nautica
You got jewels? Stash 'em son
Cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns!
And you know what that means
Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine
Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
With your ___ on your hip
Ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip
And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know what's up kid
Niggas is getting Mandela time
Plus the crackers is corrupted
But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
That was drug associated since the 70's, word
It's kinda skeptic
Living these crazy ways unprotected
Every day is a jam
So expect the unexpected
Crime time!
1-718 Brownsville, Brooklyn
The housing property be getting tooken
So we're intended
Be under pressure getting blackmailed
Villains using their dealings
Making killings off of crack sales
The theme song of murder
Nobody's kidding,
These fools are forbidden
Automatics just be spittin'
And devastating, and profound
You get lumped up soon as you jump up
Or get gunned down in Brownsville
Young bucks got guns
(Now that's a damn shame)
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
_____ toting in cases hard to believe
The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
Beyond twin chrome and farmers
Nigga it's Billy Danze
And when I'm double clutching my hands
Them fuckers won't jam
So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
It's the land of the drama lord
And the home of the fucking brave
It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus
We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever
Duke, I move clever
I must keep it stepping, hops
When shit be getting' hot
I step and bop
While I stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack Clack! Clack Clack!
Clack Clack! Clack Clack!
Mad guns in your grill
In the 'Ville
Brownsville! (Yeah)
Killings here only bring retaliation
No crying
See dying's an everyday thing
Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds
You know the deal
In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
Keep cash in your stash
In case you gotta be Swayze
For twisting a nigga cap back
That's that work of M.O.P.
Who we be? Firing squad of 11233
Clack Clack!
Whole clips in your back
That's thug style
Turning a small section of Brooklyn
Into the OK Corral
Now, news flash
Razorfied lead
One grazed Ted
Two paralyzed
Three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery
With heavy automatic machinery
Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be
Ill nigga
Kill or be killed
In the 'Ville nigga
All up and down Mother Gaston
They blasting steel
Blow your stacks and chips
In AC's with rims
We be living good
With a MAC and black Tims
Keep this in mind
And they might not find you in the river
With the next guy

Chorus: Treach
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
steal shit
[Billy Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to danger
Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas
Chorus
Hook: Treach
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
*repeated*
[Lil Fame]
Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, never took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back
Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga
Chorus
[Treach]
You did ya hit you had to do most
Five minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, with M.O.P.
(several names and shit shouted out)
Chorus
Hook
Yea, salute, salute

[Billy Danze]
Yeah, check it out y'all. Firing Squad, nigga. (First Family)
Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga. Check it out. (First Family)
The name's Bill (What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy
I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip?
Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit
(Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ‘86
And get to dumpin off a clip
(You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong
me, I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
And most dudes don't like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep
Berkuance, (Retreat!)
I would never be disconnected from these streets
Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!)
Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes*
The rules of the motherfucking game
[Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.)]
Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!)
We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules!
[Lil' Fame]
Make way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information
Here your ?-ation
Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin
Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin!
Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic
Now that I know, that you against me
And you [click], you [click], you against me, too
Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan
Cause I'ma blast a man, what?
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Allow me to express my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
I begged him not to fuck with me (I tried)
He didn't listen
So they found his ass missin
Put my barrel in the back of his mouth
And knocked his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul!
[Lil' Fame]
When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever fuck around
With the four-pound token
Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya)
You musta bought a ? in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart
Come on, straight like that, nigga
Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of
my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my
nigga City, Teflon. Firing Squad, nigga. For life [echoes] Yeah
[echoes]

Yo c'mon son
Yo they killin em out there son
They dyin out there son, word up
Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you
Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word
Y'all better c'mon
Yo wake up son
They dyin son
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up
C'mon
It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round
It's not man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill
When you know that Broke Bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy
Before death left, and fame had his way
The town: Brownsville
The place: The Ill
Follow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks
The Marks:
Home of the warrior thrown home
Our true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return to these graves
Showin youngsters what I'm facin
Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin since single shot gauges
That's straight ghetto bad luck
But, I done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers
All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highness
The finest of kickin half
Honest to god, I'm layin down my card
It's been hard, for too many years
Blood sweat and tears
These 3 words
(Man got somethin to say)
Blood, sweat, tears
(MOP Family)
These 3 words
(We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)
Blood, sweat, tears
(We comin all the way from New York City, hear me out)
These 3 words
Blood, sweat, tears
These 3 words
Blood, sweat, tears
Go head nigga
A whole lot changed since my brother left
(I can feel you baby)
And since my mother's death
(I can feel you baby)
But as time past, I could see my life flash
Leavin the body and there's no breath
(I can feel ya)
I chose not to let my beretta swing
Cause I'm a veteran
And I'm livin for the better things
It's cold-hearted B
Check the majority of blacks
They slingin crack, livin in poverty
(True life testament)
What you gotta do is live what your life give
And make the best of it
(Try to see the rest of it)
Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets
And death's most definate
(Blood)
Is for the brothers that died
The mothers that cried
The brothers that tried
All we do is
(Sweat)
Steady puttin to work
Handling dirt
Holding your turf
We all shed
(Tears)
For the loved ones
The thug ones
And all deceased peers
And while these other cats play hard
Im'a praise god
And thank god that I'm here
Blood sweat and tears
These 3 words
(Til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Birella)
These 3 words
(Til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(21 gun salute)
Ghetto nigga
Street nigga
House nigga
We all niggas
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours
But Im'a keep mine
Im'a keep mine nigga
Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody
So nobody gonna take my shit from me
So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight
I be down here with my niggas
Underground
Dirty
Holdin mine
House nigga
Blood sweat and tears
Blood, sweat, tears
These 3 words

Chorus:
(sample)This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore
Firing Squad! Firing Hard!
I'm top of the line, realistic and rugged never smooth
Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through
Guns and roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
For real!
Say what, say what, say what?
I'm packing blue steel
Drama lord, ice master, quick to blast ya
Thoroughbreds with hearts cold as Alaska
F-A-G's get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. to the death kid
Yeah, cock then squeeze
(Lil' Fame)
I'm here to make moves and never fake moves
I like to break fools in half, put 'em on they ass
If they never paid dues
It's time! To get rid of your fly talk
Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down whenever I'm in the town
Speak for my love thug niggas in the ground
I'm dedicated, never been over-challenged
My over-violent lyrics will knock you off of balance
I'll wet MC's like Vietnamese
But yet they freeze like coke
When they provoke me to squeeze
Lil' Fame represent the turf
With thugs so hard they put scars on the face of the Earth
Out to hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya!
Fuck a frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness
Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you
Chorus
Yo, it's the world's famous niggas born to kill
From the ill side of town, so you best get your steel
It's ill, the street life is real son
You shouldn't have to go get a _______ fool
Stick to ya guns!
Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Representing for ill crews, and
Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
I been there, to my peoples up in them cells
Up in them jails, ringing bells
Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise hell!!
(Billy Danze)
I believe you're dope (dope) yep (yep)
But you can't fuck around (fuck around)
And take a lock to half actual natural sound
Damn bad! Motherfucker we didn't leave
We just laid back in the cut
Stuck some shit up our sleeve
Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze
But make to flip
I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fucking ship
What! I feel is What! I do
And G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out too
I wish I would let a nigga take mine
When my niggas is niggas that live on the front line
The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy
Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy
When my nigga was on the scene
More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine
From the Hill part fool where they still start the ruckus
Firing Squad!!
Kill a whole heap of you motherfuckers

{*Funkmaster Flex intro not included*}
[Lil Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
[Ante Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]
[Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
[That shit will send you to your grave] So?!
You think I don't know that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them god damn diamonds! Huh!
Ante Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
[Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, aint friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
[Billy Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!
[Chorus] w/ variations
[Lil' Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]
[Billy Danze]
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
[So?] Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!
[Chorus] w/ variations
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!

[Lil' Fame]
Seventy-five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it
Four fives and knives we be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home-skillet - it's on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family gone brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the mommy, any fool try me
Get hit wit the lami, fuck Giuliani
[Chorus x2: Teflon and Lil' Fame]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage
Come on
You're all welcome to hell's roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
[Billy Danze]
Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY - we're back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
Burkowitz MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR
That bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ‘em wit more shit
[Chorus x2:]
[Teflon]
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies frequent
I speak wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip steady
Squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We don't respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won't blast
The sect die
[All: x2]
Just when you thought it was safe
The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z motherfucker
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know?
[Chorus: x2]

[whispered] Come on!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
[B.D.] Once againnnnnnn.. [L.F.] You won't believe it!
[B.D.] Once againnnn.. [L.F.] It's M.O.P., you see it!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ohhhhhhhhhhhh-ehhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh
YO WHO DAT, YO WHO DAT?!
[Lil' Fame]
Once again, we come with the rush (IT'S US BABY)
For all those platinum and plus (WE CRUSH BABY)
It's Home Team back with the true thing
Back with a new thing, back with a new slang mayne
We bang three times three M&M;'s
Yo I'm sittin on chrome.. BITCH, and I ain't talkin bout rims!
We got exclusive, new shit, you know, you get
true shit, from us, to help y'all move with
M. Fitzroy nigga, makin them hits
Amateurs in the game, we makin 'em quit
I got your baby momma chest a jumpin around
and gettin on dowwwn, with her big ass, and shakin her tits
Nigga, I don't be lyin, I will blast iron
at you fake-ass thugs that think you made of cast iron
So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down
I will step and, stomp yo' ass to ground round, cause I
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
I got my Cobra vision goggles on, I see you comin
with a six-pack and a smile homes, I like your style homes
I felt your vibe from a mile away
And it's okay though, cause the demon in me decided to lay low
(Aiyyo!) Nigga I drink that six-pack witcha
so I'll say that I was under the influence when I hitcha
Anyway, it's a brand new day
Still underrated, still the most hated
Niggaz can't fade it; they know they can't tame us
or change us, so they treat us like strangers (WE'RE DANGEROUS)
I am so anxious, that it scares me sometimes
Find myself doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind
I seem to find time to nig-gotiate (MASH)
Renogiate blast at a nigga straight BLAST
Get rid of his ass, rugged never smooth

7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?
New York you ready for this shit? I don't think so motherfucker
Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!
Radio.. niggaz never play us!!
(FiYAHHHH!!!)
[Billy Danze]
Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh..
Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)
Survivors of the struggle Duke
Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise
You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys
(Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained
to duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs
He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain
He's restricted from the games, he's for real
{*clapping* "We love you Billy!"} You've been missin the man
Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze
(Raise him) the most highest
He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family
(What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn
til his motherfuckin life expire
Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob
and steal and deal and, kill for thrills and
how could you refuse the Danze?
(It's hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man
With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine
Just gimme mine, you understand?
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
Calm down! (Get back!)
Calm, down! (Get, back!)
[Bill] And we have the constitutional rights
to bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm
So; calm down! (Get back!)
Calm, down! (Get, back!)
[Lil' Fame]
Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)
You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm
I got cats like you wild, you mad
I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag
Look - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades
Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid
BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low
You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe
(EASE BACK!) Fall, back
See this nine M-double? All, black
Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack
Here's a clip full you can have all, that
In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap
aluminum bats around niggaz heads
YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard?
I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd
Y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot
I kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots
Witness the game unfurl, don't be another
(REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[Bill] It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
Calm down! (Get back!)
Calm, down! (Get, back!)
[Fame] Cause we have the constitutional rights
to bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm
So; calm down! (Get back!)

[Billy Danzenie]
Ah! check it out, y'all
M.O.P. up in this motherfucker
You niggaz hear?
[Bill] M.O.P to the motherfuckin death
[Fame] Straight from the streets gettin cash
[Bill] Young black niggaz puttin crews in a smash
[Fame] The drug game put the name on the map
[Bill] Known for bustin caps
[both] And takin over like the Japs
[Bill] We leave you dead stinkin butt-naked in a second
We're niggaz that stopped sellin drugs to sell records
[Fame] You know it, I'm down to the very last breath
It's Lil' Fame
[Bill] Billy Danzenie
[both] And M.O.P. to the death
[x3]
To the death!
[Lil' Fame]
It's M.O.P. to the death, my peoples move quiet like a mason
A strong black nation, the last generation
In the Ville catchin wreck was big fun
Quick to pull the triggers, little niggaz with big guns
Before niggaz chase me niggaz gotta face me
I walk with my gun cocked and clicked on safety
M.O.P. niggaz always ready to gat cha
I catch a cap for my niggaz if I have to
You feel the pain, you niggaz know the name
Cause this shit ain't a game
We blow shit out the frame
When I'm smokin and drinkin I do deep thinkin
About my peeps underground, because I'm down till I'm dead and stinkin
This shit is real, so you can't make a mistake about us
Lettin you niggaz know it ain't nothin fake about us
Yeah, I'm kin to the end with all my niggaz that left
It's Lil' Fame and M.O.P. to the death
To the death!
It's M.O.P. to the motherfuckin death
To the death!
[Billy Danzenie]
Aiyo, I'm sentenced to Clint', but fuck it
At least we're all all in this together
Me and mine swing it back to back forever
And I'm salutin my niggaz
Straight up, cause they're true to the game
And mad fast on the triggers
The Last Generation, we're all that's left, the hometeam
We're trump tight to the death
To all the crews that will be mashed and bruised
We don't doubt you
It's just that we don't give a fuck about you
Comin through representin
My niggaz on the Island
Kaksackie and way up in Clinton
M.O.P.'s with me, D-a-n-z-e, the danze
It's not a joke when ya come my motherfuckin man
You frontin for nuthin
Bring it if you want sumthin
My family get down, all my peoples'll bump sumthin
One thing about us, these is real niggaz
They like to kill niggaz
Get down with dirty Brownsville niggaz
[x3]
To the death
Plow! bitch-ass nigga
You niggaz hear
M.O.P. up in this motherfucker
Primetime, nigga

Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house kid
BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil Fame's a trigga nigga
Billy Danze a trigga nigga
Aight? Keepin it real
Brownsville still nigga
[Lil Fame]
Lil Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth
General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute
[Billy Danze]
Billy Danze, index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute
[Lil Fame]
Since we came here we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth
We tearin this shit down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this Primo production
[Billy Danze]
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, niggas can't compare
Spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with Premier
[Lil Fame]
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted
Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin true to this game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
M.O.P. guranteed to keep bringin this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for shit you least expect
[Billy Danze]
M.O.P. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me
Still grippin mo' steel, a machine gun deli
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin shit that I won't tolerate
WSUP?! My whole team's in the house
The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5's in your fucking mouth
Same ones, burner on blaze
Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang...

HOOK:
Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
There comes a time in your life that get trife
And you're forced to pay dues
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
[Lil Fame]
What I got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my heart been torn
Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm a young ass man
Grippin the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that know they must salute 'em
I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my moms passed that shit
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they herbin ya
But I keep heat, cuz the streets told me to murder ya
I got some shit in the stash for your ass
That'll make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary G, but it don't worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me
HOOK
[Billy Danze]
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street Blues
Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a chump step on your black leather shoes
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre
I'll see his brains, [that's a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to peel [yeah]
Shoud I be grippin steel, [yeah] is it kill or be killed
To the Death nigga, point blank range
Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your brain
Life don't really mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and I'll blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more caine than Cuba [yeah]
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field
Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga
HOOK
[Lil Fame]
So my man, if you can understand the shit that we sent you
It's from the government set ups and shit that we been through
It's ghetto education, simple and plain
Some facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game
[Billy Danze]
If the ghetto mentality keep you wildin G, then I aint mad at ya
Still hittin for my people in Clinton and Attica
The code of the street is to get deep
And to let 'em know you lettin go your heat, Salute
HOOK

[Chorus: x2]
Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
Cause niggaz were born to kill
[Lil Fame]
Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfucker
I bust off shots at fools
To avoid these obstacles
I roll deep, me and my nigga Llama
With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama
Homicide, take a ride in the hearse
Enemies out to hit me, but I'ma see em first
I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous
Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface
Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him
Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff!
Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
My four five turn to a blowtorch
It's still cocked! I tried to get away safe
You that shit was out of shells I still stuck it in my waist
Then my dirt, YEAH, Get murked, YEAH, murder was the case
That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base
I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section
Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now
I meditate on flash backs of how it went down
It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact
There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back
It's ill, it's real, but still I feel
It's provoke murder nigga I'm born to kill
[Chorus x4]
[Billy Danze]
Yo, it's the case of the state
Versus the great one seven one eight
Gun slinger from Brownsville
Where niggaz were born to kill
[LaShonda]
Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
You said you was across the street laying with the heat
[Billy Danze]
What? That bitch lying
Heres a cocksucker I never heard of
I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder
When Mr. Gonzalez stretched in the mud
I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up
Therefore I'm innocent!
[LaShonda]
Mad shells were split
[Billy Danze]
They ain't mine
I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine
This shit is crazy
Would you please contact Lazy
Tell him I need an attorney
To ride with me on this mother fucking journey
Now ten months later after being indicted
Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it I'ma fight it
Me and the TRU boy lay back after D.A. spoke
Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke
Stepped over the judges crown
Stepped on the D.A.s ground
Looked at the snitch with a frown
Went to the jury and got down
Seventy-two hours later Creeping on some playing no more shit
Toting the same glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit
As I...

[samples looped and chopped at the beginning]
"What I'm what I'm gonna be... and I... "
"Be... and I... be-be... and I... be"
[Rell:] What I'm gonna be
"Be... and I... what I'm gonna be... "
[Lil' Fame:]
This thug thang I do it, drug game influenced
Bloodstains and shooters, it's love pain and music
BK stand strong all day, uhh
Ay your boy carry the weight like John Forte
I done got done with deadly croons, ducked shots from deadly goons
Pulled capers, stacked paper, like the Daily News
Can't stop me, young successful O.G.
That's ("what I'm gonna be")
[Billy Danze:]
Youse a youse a mess, I see you playin Monopoly
And runnin game through the lanes probably
Connectin the dots like it was Yahtzee
Big boy Fonzie, preachin the Chachi
Exclusive, homey you got me
Elusive, you never know what you see
Be neutral it's crucial shorty we O.G.
It's not what you used to, homey we Mo P
[Chorus: Rell]
They ask me what I'm gonna be, when I grow up
I wanna be just what I see, hustler and baller
Grinding taking trips OT, tryin to blow up
But for now I'm gonna hit these strets, until it's sewed up
Then I'm gone
[Billy Danze:]
As far as rap go, I just happen to know how to flow
I just happened to be at it from the do'
I just happen to be sick with it
And I got this "Hammer" with me, I guess I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit" it
Get it? [laughter] Get, back; don't get that old ghetto surgery
Real talk, no perjury
I know you niggaz heard of me, as a third degree
I'm still bangin that thang, that's word to me
[Lil' Fame:]
Don't get yo' shit hit up, lit up
And your shirt painted burgundy, rushed off to emergency
Sheisty-ass cats like that, we leave 'em on the pavement
Same niggaz that'll piss on you and tell you that it's rainin
We keep it thuggin dog, massive steel
Money growin like grass with the "Mass Appeal"
And I'm a youngster, I get it in with the hustlers
Stay sucker free that's...
[Chorus x2: with ad libs]

[Intro: w/ variations]
[singing of "Oh", repeated in background of Intro]
Yeah, nigga
[laughing], yeah
One time nigga, First Family
Yeah, uh
This one's a banger nigga
Please believe it ain't fake
Yeah, let's go
[Chorus]
All you wanna be G's, pants background
We're back now, it's the legendary send up Murry
No, cock and have locked down
M.O.P. will eat on the block now
If not we'll pop rounds
Every since the family came, we've maintained
A strange but a strong game
[Billy Danze]
And who's first up to bat, Fox
[Sheritha Lynch]
Excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don't confuse me
with any other chick (CHICK), this is not my thing (THING)
I was kinda pushed by Billy and Fame
Ya'll know my work, I punch big bouncers in they faces
Put grimy little bitches in they places
My dogs is the aces, me renegade Queen of Spades
This M.O.P. shit will never fade, be afraid
(Billy Danze: Slow down Fox, your killin 'em)
I did it again
She ain't gotta know how to fight, she know how to win
You know what (what?), ya'll niggaz pretend like thugs
I know how to send, I know how to defend my love
Look ya'll wanna run (run), go head and run (clear)
(Not in our house), (send) (not about black) and
Ya'll know what, ya'll niggaz ain't ready for this shit
(nigga), Fox (Fox)
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Try to remember Danze (Danze) doin the unthinkable
(FIRST FAMILY), we unsinkable
(M.O.P.), outta the ordinary
For cats that grip gats and sell back commisary
The street's still lovin me
But see the ode, still buggin me
Cause I'm still Price Thuggery
Fuck with me if you wanna
I'm not reponsible for my actions, when I'm backed into a corner
My love's up the hill, my heart's in the Ville
I'll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner Bill
I'm actually a nice guy, you see how I get down to
I can be a little bit destructive when I want to
It's the (WARRIORZ), always, all day
These M.O.P. cats, back on the block to play
You might wanna duck that little play thing, no it's just a flame
You love it when we runnin where your playin, nigga
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
You ungrateful bastards
How many niggaz gotta fall off
Before you realize that we all we got
It's the M.O.Pizzo, where ya bo dizzo
If it's yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo
Givin it up to Biggie Smalls, last king of New York
They underground but they all crack with New York
Real G's, royalties of New York
So niggaz get robbed in they own PJ's for bling bling in New York
Look ya'll (ya'll) niggaz (niggaz) better recognize
We still live for the N, yes for your exercise
And break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump
Better chill with the propaganda before I just start your throne
I'm like a pitbull trained and programmed to kill
Out on the prowl, cat huntin motherfucker so stop frontin
Yo Big Fox tell 'em (they already know)
And if you don't know, then your ass gonna learn
[Chorus x2]
[humming noise, mixed in with "oh" from the Intro]
[Outro w/ variations: Talking]
Nigga, oh oh, nigga
Fuck what?
What the fuck did you just put on
Crack-O!
Yeah, Crack-O
M, dot, O, dot, P dot
I will fuck you up nigga [laughing]

[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt
[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt
[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt
[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt
[F] Top of the line, for your mind
[D] Niggaz hit the floor
[F] Move it out, move it out
[D] M.O.P.'s raw
[Lil' Fame]
Get the fuck out the way
I'm bringin the drama to nuccas I got my foot in the door
Now it's time to tear the hinges off the motherfucker
Yeah, my name is on the map like that
My shit is fat like that, because I put it on DAT like dat
This is the best son, there's no suggestion
Is M.O.P. in the motherfuckin house? (No question!)
Rappers be singin it but don't really be bringin it
M.O.P. is roughnecks and we got nuff techs
Chump, you ain't no threat cause we are the same niggaz
that used to rob you for your fuckin summer youth check
In ninety-two I brought the ruckus
But now in ninety-three (ring ding) ring ding motherfuckers! (uhh)
I'm blowin up your spot, makin it hot, leavin 'em in a lot
So when you throwin elbows, I'm throwin shots
All my niggaz that's with me (get your maskes out)
And if I really want drama (your ass is out)
Come with it, M.O.P. is undefeated
And you better wear your vest muh'fucker you gon' need it
I bu-bu-break 'em down, get up (whattup nigga?)
I got 'em all from the 'Ville ready to pull the trigger
It's the L-I, L-F, A-M-E
(B-I-L-L-Y, D-A-N-Z-E)
M.O.P., tellin all herbs the time
(IT'S THE MASH OUT POSSE) Yeah, top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line
[D] Move it out move it out..
[Billy Danze]
Top of the line (YEAH NIGGA) rugged never smooth
(M) fuckin (O) fuckin (P) on the move..
.. Billy Danzeini will rock well
Fatter than a fat bitch and madder than all hell
Aight potnah? BITCH NIGGA, shotgun
BLAOW! Ya little punk motherfucker
Don't underestimate, the style of the great
You brothers that waited so long no longer have to wait
(Yeah) Never reject me, my Home Team protect me
Laze hit me with blaze and Silver D select me
Herbs been flowin with wack tracks for years
They don't scare the fierce you niggaz can't compare
So where we at? (We up in this) Where?
(We up in this) Yeah! (So let them niggaz know we in here)
Billy Danzeini shippin you home
with two in your dome, you herbs can't get a bone
I'm affiliate with motherfuckers way in Rome
And check it right, I call a meetin, somebody cheatin
You niggaz that thought it was somethin sweet, I caught you sleepin
Get stupid if you want static, and we'll go at it
Cross me, and that'll force me to let you have it
Herbs be frontin like they got somethin
Back it up, motherfucker cause Danzeini will got at'cha um..
Top of the line!
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line
[F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line

It's on now
Look at what we have here
You understand what we goin through today?
You understand who you fuckin with?
[Billy Danze]
Oh what you thought we wasn't comin back? The last time we rapped
A lot of niggaz that yapped, hit put in they place
For fragile-ly flossing, makin me wanna stick
this llama and this lauson, up in they face
(IT'S THE WORLD'S FAMOUS) You ain't gotta tell 'em
We still at it, we still batted, they still doubt it (OH!)
We do it like we do it (OH!) with nothing to hide
Hollerin Brownsville (DON'T FUCK WITH THE PRIDE)
From a world down inside (WHERE) killers and vandals
train in rugged terrain to maintain handles
(FIZZ!) Nobody touchin him (WILL!) Still double clutchin 'em
Please believe I'm out of your league (DON'T FUCK WITH HIM!)
Extrordinary rap kid, don't get yo' young ass
bumped off and dumped off the Brooklyn Bridge
I got a chip on my shoulder (AH!) and an extra clip
to fit the heavy shit on my hip and my holster
[Chorus: sped up "Take a Minute" samples]
[Lil' Fame]
It's for the listeners - for those that have an ear for this
Straight from Jamar-rrrrrrrrocko in the mix
Keep the mic crystal clear when he spit
He do it for thugs huggin the block and he's straight from the bricks
Go get your mac homes, it's Fizzy Womack homes, he back homes
He crack bones and crack domes you get your back BLOWN
We don't write battle raps for yo' ass; we catch him in the streets
Put golf clubs and bats to yo' ass
Now salute (SALUTE) to those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years
Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.)
They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?)
Simple and plain (what?) we don't kiss ass
FUCK IT! Let it bang, we still do our thang
Ten years in the game and ain't shit changed
Fuck the whole rap game! Bill and Fame still killin the beats
Still bangin and we still in the streets, mother-fucker!

A lot of niggaz talkin reckless
But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is
Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now
A lot of reckless talk out there
I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact
My whole Family in tact
My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!)
[Teflon]
Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper?
Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up?
You in deep but, it's too late to back out
And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die
But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em
You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him
And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin
Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard
If only he can go backwards, to the days
and change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face
Stole packages, from nigga's place of business
When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him
And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home
from state prison niggaz came and hit him
[Chorus]
(Suicide, it's a suicide)
When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause
(Suicide, it's a suicide)
Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid
(Suicide) Right or left, choose a side
Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen)
What's your next step? I'll let you decide
(Suicide... Marxmen)
[Teflon]
Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on
Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong
At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song
And if the price was right she might come with him home
She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah
Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm
Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm
Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn
She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her
She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con
All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it
She came home and gave homes the virus
She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife
And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice
Now he ready to snuff out her life
Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right
[Chorus]
[Teflon]
They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot
After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock
They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks
All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix
Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house
Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts
They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing
Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing
That's what they think, all along they all was wrong
It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin
every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin
Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin
And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin
When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in
Now what they wanna know is who put the call in
Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans

KICK ASS!
First Family!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggaz can't touch y'all
FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Good evening, you contaminated semen
I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)
I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
(Family) Disbelieving we're
(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
Yes yes y'all!
I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song
You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches
As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve
but I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)
Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
We appreciate the fake love
Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
I'm bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!)
When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero
I'm not just a rap AR-tist
I'm also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist
(Now that's an artist!) I leave 'em left out
with his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out
(No doubt!) I still do the same thing
Streey life is still a Fame game
What you thought the game changed?
I hang out and break day until the street lights go off
Or the heat pipe go off (BOOM!)
It's what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!)
What's the sound when the steel pop? (BOOM!)
Bitch! I will dismiss you
You got issues, deal witcho issues
I look 'em dead in the face, pop one in 'em
and knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake
I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all, and creep back through
And if he's stretched I'm like yes yes y'all

[Intro: Lil' Fame (Demarco)[
BONG! (Whoa oh oh! Demarco!) Yeah! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!) M.O.! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)
BRRRRRRRRRRUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
[Chorus: Demarco]
Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets
STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made
STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade
STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Now you can sit around and watch it all go down around you
Or you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move
You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules
And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels
You really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled
And when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled
See it's a difference in takin a stand and mannin up
As apposed to bein a man and standin up
Listen I already been there
That book of live men small section of survivors my name in there
From rollin with the riders, you couldn't pretend there
With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there
They showed us how to send there, and get the attention of the Feds
And be the stars when the eulogy is read
The way they worshipin the bread, the day is not ok
For good people that may never get ahead, let us pray
[Chorus: Demarco]
Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets
STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made
STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade
STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
I live it for the homies that's gone (AND!) And the homies that's still around
The O.G.'S that did it for years career criminals
For the homies locked down since the days of a juvenile
Tryin to maintain in the game cause they just gettin out
(THEY LOST!) You got some livin in the now
You know them schisty ass individuals livin foul
He claim that he got it locked, but he still 'gon run to the store
To get a dutch for the lil' homey on the block
The game's fucked up! Shit is reversed now
The hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home? !
Just do what you always did or you 'gon get what you always got
Get STABBED get SHOT, the street life
[Chorus: Demarco]
Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't even bare my load
Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't leave the streets
STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills dem paid
STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you got shit made
STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin unda di shade
STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!
[Outro: Demarco (Lil' Fame)]
Whoa oh oh! (M.O.! YEAH!) Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!

[Lil' Fame]
We don't say put your hands up, nigga stand up!
Yeah.. (STAND UP!)
Hahahaha.. yeah!
Hear me though, hear me though - heh, yeah
You see it! Say what? You see it!
Uh, uh (STAND UP!)
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
I'm back in the fuck up in this bitch (who dat?) Me bitch (who dat?)
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shit in, when I aim
Yo you try to get a name, but ain't, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang (go 'head) bells they still rang (uh-huh)
Now who the lame that wan' tangle with Lil' Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up - STAND UP!
(AAAAAAHHHH!!!) How you like me now?
That +Kool Moe Pee+ shit nigga, put it down
Yo I need to silence the gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga through child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
("First Fam, ridiculous!")
Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!)
[Fame] We don't say put your hands up, nigga (STAND UP!)
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
You gotta get it, cause you nah lissen
Dump off your body, send your whole family to 'gwan fishin
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame! I agree, fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cause I'm a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude
Write my name across your belly BRBRBRBRBRBRBR clap a dude!
Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in (c'mon)
It's so amazin (why?) We still blazin
Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be scrapin your canteloupe off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and yo' chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American (slash) pretty boy
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
I done figured it out (what's that?)
They don't want us to shine (true!)
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin (buk buk buk buk buk buk)
Listen, is it me or the industry don't understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks nigga
(AAAAHHHHH!) What! Who gon' tame me?
I'm a bad block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
{*censored*} is my time to shine, that's that
(Take it easy!) Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
Fizzy Wo' (suckers never played us)
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slant up from the right side left five in one fist
(Shaddup!) Shutup! Now you wanna show love?
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it.. (STAND UP!)
[Chorus]
[Outro: M.O.P.]
First Fam, ridiculous!
Violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get with us, homeskillet
cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit hus
Cause we holdin (classin) loadin (blastin)
Strollin (crashin) rollin (MASHIN!!)

HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
Yo - feel the First Family energy (alright!) Remember me?
Lil' Fame raps niggaz to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
but you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz "Faces of Death"
Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
My solution is pollute innards, quick to shoot a bitch
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming ("Yeah we like it raw!")
On wax they get the best of it (right) give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographin bitches' breasteses
It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go - but you don't hear me though
[Chorus x2]
Stand clear!
Notice ain't nuttin but soldiers up in here - ride for the cause!
Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
BITCH! Die for the drawers
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
It's elementary, for a quarter of a century
In and outta penitentiaries
I survive - I am a survivor G
Got more slick shit with me than McGyver see
I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) yes ma'am
When I'm in a G-man stand it's impossible to touch Danze
I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
I don't know what you thought but you gon' lose
I'm bad news; Satan turned me loose
Since Tupac got popped, who the fuck you think got the +Juice+?
Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will fuck up your ego
In fact - claim turf, whenever the llama spark
We hold down Brownsville like the motherfuckin Tomahawks
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Fame]
I smack a "Oops Upside Ya Head"
Like Goldy when he mackin his broads (it's) your maveranage
Watch who you approach nigga, 'fore you get smoked nigga
I'm O.G. in this game, coach nigga!
Straight loc' nigga, what the fuck you thought?
You get caught in the middle, try to dribble on my court
When niggaz (act sweet) this nigga (clap heat)
Jack you when you wouldn't put your brains in the backseat
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
I'ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
Why the fuck you playin games with me?
Make a nigga dust off his automatic, and bang witchu young kids
(Is it really Billy Danze?) Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
is to catch his ass (wet his ass) and to jack his ass
You ain't untouchable nigga for what it's worth
I'm the gritties grimiest slimiest nigga on earth
[Chorus]

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Nobody told me it was (SHARKS) in the water
So I'm a fuck around and spit (SPARKS) through the water
It's frigidly cold and (DARK) in the water
And I don't wanna hear when a (SHARK) in the water bitch
ONE TIME for my niggaz in the background
TWO TIMES for my niggaz that don't back down
(You gotta stay in the pocket playin this cold game)
Fuck procedures nigga we gon' do our own thang
[Lil' Fame:]
That nigga Mighty Joe Young back to loc' again; y'all niggaz better calm down
'fore I give your motherfuckin chest a grand opening
Now who's next up to bat? To get clapped
When the heat bang go 'head your brains leakin through your hat
I'm a do it like a G though, nigga you know the steelo
Hit with a torpedo, stripped like Carlito
Hit yo' ass in broad daylight like Mark Chapman
Did John Lennon from the Beatles, here's a fresh tuxedo
Get tucked 6 feet below, you get greeted with roses
And obituary cards for your people (NO WARNING)
You don't wanna know what the fuck that's like (IT'S NO WARNING)
Now you know you done fucked up right?
I got that old Fame back, chrome thang strapped, Home Team strapped
And this whole thang for the Home Team map, yes sir
F'realla, buck buck, f'realla, BLAM BLAM
Cap pealer motherfucker, blood spiller (NIGGA!)
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze:]
Fuck procedures nigga, I do my own shit
You saw what G's I run with, I spit my own clips
I get my own chips, I make my own hits
I chrome my own 6, I bought my own bitch
I'm on my own dick! In my opinion
Ain't nobody fuckin with Danze the man's sick AND
Shake your pom poms, and protest up out
Who you niggaz feel is the best; me I'm a stomp on!
So ONE TIME for my niggaz in the background
From the door the treacherous nigga we back down
I'm anxious to see how you motherfuckers act now
VROOM VROOM VROOM VROOM... how does that sound?
CRUCIAL! Hot E's through your P's
With some, shit up my sleeves that'll put you at ease
It's the world famous M.O.P., we rugged rough sayin
M.O.P., we gon' do our own thang
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame:]
Shit I'm back where Tupac fell off the roof, I got the +Juice+ niggaro
You man whore fuck bitch, +Deuce Bigalow+
You ain't a she or a he, you a shit rewind
When Fame spit it, you ain't fuckin with him, shit
I'll be around, you can find me where the dogs be at
With more motherfuckin machines than a laundromat
[Billy Danze:]
Once again from the hilltops
It's your boy Bill and boy do the boy Bill rock (the homey's so in)
The homey's so real, the true school'll pass over
Any one of you fake slitherin ass cobras
Send every one of them snakes and I'll rattle 'em soldier
And knock potholes in your Rover, you vulture

[x4]
It's the Mash Out Posse
Rugged neva smooth
M fuckin O fuckin P on the move
[Lil' Fame]
The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this
I'm leavin rappers with the dumbness
Because I got no feelings, I done this
Takin you propers, we comin right
And now we gotta (take money money)
Yeah, you motherfuckin right
Lil' Fame's removin MC's like terpentine
Droppin that shit that MC's couldn't search and find
Not even if you was a golddigger
I'm a bad - nah! let me chill
Yo Bill, hold me down, nigga
[Billy Danzinie]
M fuckin O fuckin P keep it rugged
Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame
Still bustin your brain
Yeah! doin the thang thang
Home team keepin it phat
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of that
Don't be amazed if you're left in a daze
M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps best behave
[chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
I'm ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on
Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn
Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas
With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half, they can't get with math
Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave
So get the cash out, I put your glass out
Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out
They can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it
And once a nigga make a record
Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked
Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke
I'ma smoke till I croak
I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala
Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye
When I snap will I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When I rap do I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
Is M.O.P. knockin motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk about?
Don't have me jack or disrespect sumthin
The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin
Because we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the move
We keep it rugged neva smooth
[chorus]
[Billy Danzenie]
Aiyo! let's take it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained while we came
We're international, niggaz know the name
I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!)
I represent the 1-5-4 fuckin 5
It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped
So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back
I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift
I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my Smith
I put herbs out of they myseries
And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me
I had my name ever since I was a little kid
For all the ill Hill shit I done did
I've been down for years and years to come
The nigga that you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please stand
(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy Danze
I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size
But there's more than what meets your eyes
From Monday through motherfuckin Sunday

[M.O.P.]
Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
[Lil' Fame]
Take minks off! Take thangs off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
(Ante Up!) E'rything off!
Fool what you want? We stiflin fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules (smack 'em down) next thing (clap 'em down)
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound (bound!) now (now!)
[Billy Danze]
Brownsville! Home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave...
Keep a rugged dress code, always in the stress mode
(That sh*t gon' send you to your grave) So?
You think I don't know that? (BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that!
(BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that! (BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou' short of a mill'
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
[Danze] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
[Danze] Get up off them G#d damn diamonds - HA!
Ante Up! (Oh!) Yap that fool! (Oh!)
Ante Up! (Oh!) Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him!
Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
[Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta the cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
[Billy Danze]
The eighty-seven stick up kids (what you n#%gaz sayin?)
Get the f#%k up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time (bang) bang time
Ante Up! N#%ga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, kick over the chain
Gimme the f#^in watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, n#%ga!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mac sprayer hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed - indeed
Hats food booze - essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, omens of creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
[Billy Danze]
Yeah N#%ga Danze, gave you a chance
Cause I blast your man, I'm in the wrong?
He said he was strong - I had reason to believe
he had some s$^t up his sleeve all along (so?!)
F#%k you Your Honor! Check my persona
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!)
'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord!
[Chorus]

[Redman (Billy Danze):]
Geah! Who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?
(You already know what it is nigga) Yo yo whattup M.O.?
(The world's famous, M.O.P.!)
[Chorus 1: Billy Danze, Lil' Fame]
Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm (riding through)
Niggaz better know how to act when I'm (riding through)
Steady hittin the 'gnac when I'm (riding through)
And I'm broke back in the 'llac when I'm (riding through)
The hood throwin it up when we (riding through)
Ain't nuttin changed, +Ante Up+ when we (riding through)
Whether the slums or the burbs we (riding through)
Plenty birds on the curb when we (riding through)
[Billy Danze:]
Let me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory
THEY GOT US STUCK IN A BOTTLE so y'all can't hear me
THEY SAID THE HOMEY'S A PROBLEM that's just so y'all can fear me
And never break bread with this family who take care of me
Just keep in your head (SHALL WE BANG) dude we bang too
Don't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you
(WE BREATHIN EASY) That's right, that's the thang to do
(WE KEEP IT GREASY) and we ride like the Rangers do
Dude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin through
Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude
Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures
And cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey
And the way we do our thang is somethin like a magic trick
You might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit
You faggot bitch! Nigga you done got all flossy and glossy
And that's where you lost me (son)
And plus you ridin with this God damn
It's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame
(IT'S THE LEGENDARY M.O.P.) back with the heat y'all
(IT'S THE LEGENDARY M.O.P.) back for the streets y'all
[Chorus 1]
[Lil' Fame:]
I'm screamin out BK all day when we (riding through)
You don't want the Marxmen to collide with'chu
I dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me
I get it poppin like J.D., dancin for Whodini
Ain't nuttin +Jive+ about that
All that is 1-5-fo'-5 about that
Nigga you with me (THROW IT UP) for the world's most dangerous niggaz
From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin my tomahawk
I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark
At your tough ass, get the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk
This is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up
G'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up
Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol
Homey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all
Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause
And spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin 'bout bars
[Chorus 2: Redman, Lil' Fame]
Half the Brick's on my back when I'm (riding through)
Niggaz better know how to act when I'm (riding through)
Steady hittin the 'gnac and I'm (riding through)
High as hell in the 'llac and I'm (riding through)
The hood throwin it up when we (riding through)
Ain't nuttin changed, +Ante Up+ when we (riding through)
Whether the slums or the burbs we (riding through)
Plenty birds on the curb when we (riding through)
[Redman:]
Yeah, yo
Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts
I move the crowd when I'm wavin the pump (yo let 'em know nigga)
Yo, my Timbs'll fuck your gators up
You'll leave the hospital braided up (from the fo' nigga)
Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it
Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage
Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars
Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour
Pop my collar, DAMN NIGGA, Doc a rider
Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana
Lil' Fame got the llama
I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama
Who said Redman don't, be in the hood?
I'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would!
I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood
So it's only right nigga, you +Ante Up+
YO FIRST FAMILY! (What?) When I'm riding through
I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you
Brick City ain't poppin? We lied to you
It's like livin with ten niggaz, hide your food
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Redman]
Yeah, M.O.P.
Them some hard ass niggaz nigga
Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools
YEAH!
The first time I bumped into M.O.P., and shit
I was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet
I was drivin my moms little Chevette, and shit
And I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover
And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York
Drivin around the Coca Cabana and shit
I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef
With somebody in the club
So he jumped in, like yo, and he brought his lil' man with him
And he was a rider, and that was Lil' Fame!
And we drove around the block and shit
Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out
Started buckin in the air like WHO WANNA JUMP ME NOW?
Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him
And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin with the hammer
Ready to let loose, and we ain't even know each other from door!
Then he came out with M.O.P.
That's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz
That shit was real

Yeah! Yeah!
Go nigga, raise hell!
Yeah! Yeah!
Raise hell!
Yeah! Yeah!
Go nigga, raise hell!
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
The new single, kid get your shit mixed
Catch this new slug from the M.O.P. hitlist
It's thorough for the cars, for the clubs, for the Jeeps
(For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep)
Hold it down! Home Team back out to sail this
Make 'em collapse with caps and Fame make 'em famous
The "Downtown SWinger" gun slingers rock wild
And when I die, I won't be puttin out flames in hell
Cop a 10 milli from the corner store Arab
Fools with truck jewels get stuck for they karats
Hold on you hear somebody comin, you hear somebody gunnin
Them niggaz that you run with is runnin
Cause it's (BULLETS OVER BROWNSVILLE!)
I'm from the place where trey-pounds and fo-pounds kill
Fool how that sound? (ILL!)
The star vendor, bend 'em like car fenders
Serve 'em like bartenders, what's next on the agenda?
Dope rap, we drop off crack, they can't stand it
When I'm {?} when only we be gettin 'em open like the 'Ville
With this fresh rush, show me on point in this game
cause Fame plays well, and I raise well, so I raise hell!
[Chorus]
Yeah, go nigga, raise hell!
Yo, yeah, raise hell!
Go nigga, raise hell!
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
Raise hell, it's another death wish, I guess it's time
To grip nines, to rip behind enemy lines
Where it's ruthless, and get the troopers
that think it's somethin sweet
M.O.P. niggaz was raised in the street, kid
Ain't nuttin changed cause I'm rappin, I am a
ill nigga and I still will bust my hammer
(Is he a gangsta?) Blaze F-A-G's I don't stress 'em
When I, catch 'em I stretch 'em I bless 'em
and let his momma dress 'em
The name's Bill, the game's real, me and Fame feel
we can blow trial, and yo I'm ill
So blaow in your face! (Bla-bla-bla-blaow) to the death
(Buka-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-KLAK) 'til there's nothin left
I ain't gon' be playin no games witchu frauds
Whenever the two guns bustin just don't be trustin this Drama Lord
(Take it to 'em son!) Yeah we got a plan, and
Billy Danze packin more steel than Bugsy Moran{?}
To the terrible organization, it's the M.O.P.'s last generation
Who wanna confrontation?
It's hammer time and I'm layin on you to see me
(Is he a tough guy?) Nah that's how they make him look on TV
Fake jerks I rattle, snake chumps I saddle
And ride they ass all the way to the bus without no truss
The Hill-top, will-rock, non-stop
Squeeze-glocks, at the motherfuckers son
He can't run, so I ain't gotta chase him
(Do you think you can take him?)
Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell!
[Chorus]
Raise hell!
Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell!
Raise hell!

Marxmen!
[M.O.P.]
C'MON! YAOW! YO! C'MON, C'MON!
It's the M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P, ohh!
M, dot O dot P - FIYAHH! FIYAHH!
[Lil' Fame]
It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me
I'm Fitzroy nigga (WHAT) First Family
Mo. P's, guns mo' bigga
B.K. up in this bitch - WHAT NIGGA?
"Stompdashitoutu!" Now that's whattup
Just relax yourself pa, you don't wanna
get yo' Mets hat twisted, get fo'-ifted
Hot balls poppin, gettin forklifted
[Billy Danze]
I was a fiend; you can ask my Home Team
Befo' I fell in love with the 'gnac I puffed green
Always focused and double toasted
When the shit pop off in the club we host it
So now, y'all niggaz get down (LAY DOWN)
And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and spit rounds
Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P)
Dot we drop hip-hop awkward, stompin
[Chorus One: M.O.P.]
Roll up your trees and PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Puff puff, pass, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Yeah, middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
Index fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
[Lil' Fame]
Fuck y'all with RuPaul dick, in the middle of Times Square
Get down or lay down, bitch boy, this our year
Last summer we jammed but this summer we hittin
Totin Bernie Macs for all y'all summa'biches
In the hood where it's ugly (IT'S UGLY)
I trip with the pen, fuck it just call me Iceberg Chubby
The illest the realest Brownsvillest the shit'll never stop
In Brooklyn - home of the pop glocks
[Billy Danze]
You can find me on the back block; e'rybody know me
I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot
I love to see the shorties with a lil' G in 'em
It's like lookin in the mirror I see a lil' me in 'em
Stop buggin the homey said dig 'em (I never dug 'em)
He disrespected this Family long enough so I slug him
WARRIORZ! We earn our respect (SHIT)
We come through yo' projects with shiny objects
[Chorus Two: M.O.P.]
Now, fill yo' cups up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Lift your drinks up and PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Yeah, middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
Index fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
[Jay-Z]
You 'bout to witness the most intelligent ignorant shit
you gonna hear in the miserable life that you livin; I hope that you diggin it
I ain't no dif-fer-ent from any nigga livin in the hood
whose attitude is "I wish a nigga would"
Your fam might as well kiss you goodbye, they'll miss you for good
No more Mr. Nice Guy, listen to the hook
PUT IT IN THE AIR! Homey I'll put you in the air
Feel the fury of a feather trigger nigga if you near
The I gets sparked, Allah-u Akbar
can't even save you I will break you what you high on puff?
I kill niggaz with my own thoughts
Yeah I'm guilty as charged, nigga it's my own fault
Homey you walkin through hell with nylon socks, my nine pump cough
I'll make you wind up in the basement with DJ Satan
Your boy got the crown nigga, my replacement ain't been born yet
Y'all realize this ain't a song yet?
[Chorus Two]

{Marxmen.. Cinema}
[Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)]
Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty
"See my name is the ODB"
"The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
[Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut]
As I pooooooooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts
As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Eighty-six was the year that it started
Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin
Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics
Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects
Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it
You'd be sittin in the county with like 3 or 4 charges
Young I started, but I had a talent
To get this crack cooked, cause I took it as a challenge
So older niggaz gave me much as I can handle
Copped the Eagle, started jackin with the green New Balance shit
I'm feelin clean, I was only thirteen
With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans
My name spelled out on my four finger ring
It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain't seen
"The Ol' Dirty Bastard"
"Rollin...."
[Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best
If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect
[Lil' Fame] + (Ol' Dirty)
Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen
Chill Dirty I got this (Tell 'em who the fuck Iiii BE!)
F-I, Z, Z-Y
Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with
Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers
See y'all niggaz still boppin to bullshit, that ain't the shit
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Then, tuck in his chain on a nigga
I thought you used to pop that thang thang on a nigga
And air blocks out like bang bang on a nigga
You pussy! Fuck the shit you talkin duke
Cause everybody can smell it when yo' punk ass walkin duke
Get it right, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard
with them old dirty bastards, from Brownsville (motherfucker)
"Tell 'em who the fuck I be..."
"The ODB"
"Tell 'em who the fuck I be..."
"The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard"
[Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in]
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"See my name is the ODB"

I'm only fuckin wit'cha
I ain't rockin f'real, I'm only fuckin wit'cha
I'm only fuckin wit'chu
I be fuckin wit'chu
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Yeah - you busy followin them other niggaz
We - keep it banned from TV
Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star
Oh, yeah - party like a rock star
Yeah - you busy followin these other niggaz
We - keep it banned from TV
Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star
Yeah yeah - party like a rock star
[Lil' Fame]
Yo, fuck a bitch cause I ain't him
(It's the L-I-L, F-A-M-E)
And, fuck yo' clique cause we ain't them
(We the, Mo P's, we the, O.G.'s, we the)
Straight outta Brooklyn stompin
Homey you heard? (BROOKLYN STOMPIN)
I'm in the club like (WHAT) I'm with my niggaz like (WHAT)
Homey we thug like (WHAT) clutchin them triggers like (WHAT)
Homey you're nothin like a pimp (WHAT HUH?)
Homey you more like a chimp (GANGSTA!)
We get guerilla on nigga (GANGSTA!)
Uh, I'ma get my killer on nigga
(Somebody talk to him) cause he gettin carried away
(But he gon' {fuck} around) and get carried away (UH-HUH)
Homey we thug like (WHAT) I'm with my goons like (WHAT)
Homey we thug like (WHAT) my whole platoon's like (WHAT)
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[Billy Danze]
(Yeah) One thing about you doubted you
Say you don't love it but you'll never do nothin with it
(WHO DAT?) Frank Danze
It's all spring and to this boss thing I'm commited
(Yeah) They love the way I do it
Bumpin rap rock music out the Buick, all day
And y'all say, what a way to go tiff
Easy I get greasy with this four-fifth
(SLUM) A little more from me (SLUM) a little harder for me
All star starter homey, like it's the Carter homey
(Yeah) Make sure you notice the family's focused
And we get you open with a passion
HOW YOU FEELIN FAME? (huh) HOW YOU FEELIN BILL? (hood)
HOW THE FAMILY DOIN? Good, thanks for askin
We still mashin (BEE KAYYYY)
All God damn day, witness the fatal attraction
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[x2]
ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon
ROCK yeah c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[x2]
ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon

[Chorus: unknown singer]
I've been goin through so much pain
Can't no motherfucker feel my pain
My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride
For my homies on the block that died
It's dedicated to my niggaz that's locked
Who's OT on the run from the cops
We straight G's and we never gon' stop
For my street niggaz gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head uuuuuuuuuup
[Verse One]
Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub
Somebody told me that the block need a hug
Ain't nobody tell y'all that slap need a hug
That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block
Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block
But niggaz won't notice until a motherfucker get shot
And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em
'til they like "God damn, I was just now with him"
Now you missin a man that you used to call your man
Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam
And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner
Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up
21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain
like Fame; niggaz fucked up in the game
Niggaz try to maintain, even if nobody showed you
that they noticin what a nigga been goin through... nigga
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness
Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling
Mixed up in the past and the present
A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not
That's the question, you can always count on Bill
to reveal the message, when givin a confession
In other words there's a blessing in the lesson
You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it)
We had a whole platoon of goons to rep
Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
A few got popped and stopped at young ages
Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages
And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages
It's dark and it's bold
I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey)
Nobody there! (Look around homey)
Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey)
But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for
Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had
to feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody
Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question
Cause if not me, nigga then who?
We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours
It's really all about how you deal with it
So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how
to deal with yours, but don't kill me [words fade]
[Billy Danze]
(We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never)
If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it)
For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it)
The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
[Billy Danze]
This is for them cats from way, way back
When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match (damn)
Y'all look good in them sheep skins
Make noise in the middle of the street all week
Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man
Can't be fuckin up them sneakers while you at ya jam
Get up on the speakers and your B-Boy stand
I remember the Beemer, I remember the Cadillac
I remember the seat broke back
I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat
Uncle, I remember all that
When the main reason for squeezin was to let 'em know your got one
Pop shots at the party to see niggas run
When the 38 long, was the worst biggest gun
You niggas had a lotta fun
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
[Lil' Fame]
I used to them lean (lean) hard as fuck
Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck
Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin the block
In them 98 Oldsmobile wit the rag top
Try to look these in your BVD
In the wind, wit ya Kangols, Puma's and Lee's
Used to drink private stock, Millers and Old Gold
Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold
Oh (oh) dirty 38's was the tool that'll bless you
(Saturday Night Special)
O.G. niggas, God damn I miss 'em
Pumpin Run-D.M.C. thru the goose neck system
It don't matter, up or down hill nigga
Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga
If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow
This is M.O.P., shout to your isle, for the love
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
[Hook x2: Crystal Asia]
Back in the days, back in the days
I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school
Back in the days, back in the days

[gunshot] {.. Marxmen!}
[Intro]
Nigga we been here forever (First Family)
Let's go! Yeahhh, y'all know how the game go
Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga
(Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH!
Just make a note of it
One, one, we like it rockin nigga
(Put 'em up) Yeah, we still hip-hoppin nigga
(It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah
Fuckin with the murder staff now (TRUE TO LIFE!!!)
[Billy Danze]
Yo I was drivin an $80,000 car befo' I got with Dash
But I won't lie and say this ain't about the cash
Cognac, six-pack, and some dough in the stash
Sit back and watch my children play in the grass
And hopefully through this writin I'm enlightenin the hood
(Seems sorta sheisty) Yeah; but it ain't all good
Everyone that did me wrong, know this nigga strong
So hopefully for you that animosity is gone
(THROW IT UP!) For the homey Headquarters
And all the other brothers we lost in muddy waters (waters)
How do we go through life when our peeps don't support us
(You put up a good fight) Yeah but the streets still caught us
And the beef still brought us, in the middle of the street
Bodies riddled from bullets from our head to our feet
The game get deep, but y'all just see the surface
Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep
(HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze
I don't fuck with them children I'm a grown-ass man
I live on the edge, I was raised where most niggaz pledge
to murder motherfuckers by the dozen
[Hook: unknown singer]
I'm drownin in the.. shallow waters
And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top
Something so unpure.. in the air to catch
I feel siiiin upon me
[Chorus: First Family]
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from, choose one - muddy waters
If your family chose, the road of the old code
You bound to lose one - these muddy waters
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from, choose one
Remember how you and the homey rode, make sure you travel
with the homey soul, when steppin through muddy waters
[Lil' Fame]
Yo, I'm in once, hustled in the rain, sleet, snow
(ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows
To feed his family, it was sweet tears and blood
That's what I call love, what do you call love?
Picture the same man losin his life for some lame bitch
he was out on the grind for, long story short
For Father's Day she'll place flowers on his grave
Then head upstate, to visit the nigga that murdered him the next day
(Look at that) My fundamentals come from the Hill
Travelled to it but left love in the 'Ville
Still hear the sound of my footsteps, steppin away
from my childhood toward the physique and the frame of a nigga
But mentally I'm stuck in the past
Askin myself why I was walkin so fast
Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin
I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get heart to face me stallin
It's like my moms is the angel in the sky
And I can see tears comin down the West Indian lady eyes
But, I apologize, and those I've hurt
with my bullshit, please believe I ain't mean it
(He ain't mean it) But I'm still a good man
As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I
still march as I scream at the top of my lungs
M.O.P. TO THE DEATH, stompin through muddy waters
[Chorus]

[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Either you run wears or get ran the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] Either you gunnin with us or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] So if you comin nigga then come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Gimme a minute and I'm at it again
Forever rockin forever poppin!!!!
Criminal men with intention to win
M.O.! Y'all know my pedigree
I fire raps, I fire gats
My em-pire fire back
Mad at me I holds it down for Brownsville Academy
Get the (militant thugs) I be the gangsta ass I gotta be
The ground is filled with chalk (chalk!)
And the sky is always dark (dark!)
And your everyday street smarts, give you a deep thought
To reach his death be houndin me
Soldiers that's surroundin me
And cobras that fill in pounds, with rounds for downin me
On this rugged-ass, blacktop, black glocks is issued
Around bodies crack spots, will pop shots and lift you
Where the YG'z and the OG'z get the same under they belt
Where the same hand was dealt (dealt!)
The same pain was felt (felt!)
The game ain't change itself (uh-uh) only the players
The 'Ville still roll, in rolls, waves and layers
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
I never forgot how to erase 'em
We raise 'em for the occasion
Hug the hammer like a child and pop it in confrontation
Ain't +No Limit+ to these streets, C-Murder style
We chalk 'em, get it gully when it get u-gly
Baby bubble we spark 'em
It's the Hilltop marksmen, back block enforcement
BK militant thugs, ever since {?} tossin
Cause life is a one-way street, with a lot of signs
And I got to grind
So I learned 'em like the alphabets and I mastered it
The twenty-five and older, consider yo'self a graduate
Ignorant minds, is in the kind of {?} that's in
(Cause) you know (you know) the phrase (the phrase)
two wrongs (what) don't make a right
Cause it only take one time to fuck up and lose yo' life
See I done got those when they bucked those, ready or not
You better be ready or it gon' be trumpets at yo' burial spot
And I'll be (posted up) on the outside lookin in
Because them outlaws is in your in-laws
Better stand up and defend yours
[Chorus]
It's that simple
C'mon, c'mon, it's that simple

You niggaz, left us, for dead
[Chorus x2: unknown singer]
It ain't hard to tell, I wanna be yo' boo-hoo
It's obvious to see, that I wanna be with you
[Inf]
Damn ma, I spot your from afar, what's your name (Foxx)
Where you from (Bronx) that's what's up
Just wanna get to know ya, play my cards right, get closer
And if possible, I wanna rock wit'chu
True story - ain't spittin no game, just facts
I'm from ivy league, higher stacks expect that
So let's go somewhere yo and twist up a L
Chatter ring a bell, cause it ain't hard to tell
[Foxx]
It ain't hard to tell that you feelin me boy
You could be a candidate in this race for bringin me joy
And anyway I think I do need a toy
I won't take nothin fake I need the real McCoy
So let's rock for a minute we can slide in a minute
Up the, Westside and take a ride in my rented
It's the, best time - you see the moon lookin right
It's somethin about the way the stars shine at night
And you can tell me how you think I should be treated
How my life is incomplete and how you feel you can complete it
There's no one to compete with, I never been conceited
What you sayin I believe it but I sho' would like to see it and..
[Chorus]
[Inf]
Ma I got you just roll with me
Or just, just walk these dogs with me I'ma show you how it's supposed to be
I ain't gon' talk about it no more, I'ma just
Just, just listen, just listen
Women like you, really don't come by that often
That's why I do things that stay gettin you off often
Love your type, roll a L or wrap a dutch
Any ho that act up, the bitch is gettin smacked up
By my side, like my pistol she'll ride
Even when the road is rocky, she holds me down properly
'Til the end, the both of us playin to win
We ain't Bonnie & Clyde, c'mon ma, let's take a ride
[Foxx]
You keep talkin like we side to side
And like you got me the Foxx all mesmerized nigga
I got pride, there will be no foolin around
'til you make this one and only female your bride
C'mon ladies stand up and be a witness
His weak-ass lines are so tired and relentless
Picture this I just met this kid, and he talkin game
Thinkin we one on one but we not the same
Listen boo I gotta let you down greasy
It takes a man to lay a lady down easy
I don't think you got what it takes to set me straight
and make me shake, I'm sorry but this was a mistake

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?

[Intro:]
All I wanted to do was rhyme nigga
You know say mic check 1-2-1-2-1-2
Turn my mic up, check one two
And the rest of that old punk shit
Motherfuckers just ain't care
Like I ain't, like I ain't really 'bout this shit
C'mon... I'm a start off crime for these motherfuckers
[Chorus x2: Lil' Fame]
Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck
About a killin cause I'm still in effect when you're illin
(C'MON! HO, HO, HO)
[over Chorus: Lil' Fame]
Check check, yo yo...
Uhh, uhh, get it...
[Lil' Fame:]
It's some big boy game bitch and I'm diesel, 8 years lethal
It's Lil' Fame a/k/a Clarence the 5th Beatle
I'm kosher, my paradigm is Hebrew
It's +Common Sense+ dawg, I do it for +The People+
They don't wanna rap in the session, with slap in the session
That's like standin by Yasser Arafat in the session
And the outcome is critical, no jokin
Smoked with 4-5's but the sign said no smokin
[Billy Danze:]
Okay I see 'em (line it up, line it up) assemble your crew
If he sharp (sign him up, sign him up) back to do what we do
So for you (time is up, time is up) we, the legendary M.O.P.
(The powers that, BE) keep it crunk (and WE)
Could give a fuck (I SEE) your mouth bigger than your gun
And your heart (it ain't your role) you ain't playin your part
Lil' nigga be smart, or get a hole pushed through
The back of your tatters for thinkin that I'm average or soft
[Chorus: + ad libs]
[Lil' Fame:]
Aiyyo your time is up (cause this Mo' Peez) wisen up
(M.O.P.!) We size 'em up, my niggaz is live as fuck
We give 'em the whole thing, do you rotten [? ]
Bitch, we don't wanna party with'chall
Pardon me pah, sometimes I act retardedly pah
Pop one in your wig, two more in your body and heart
On GP (nigga) cause we don't walk it out and talk it out
We stalk 'em out and chalk 'em out (Billy Danze, whattup?)
[Billy Danze:]
That's my nigga he understands real, that's Fizzy wo'
Homey nigga that understand Bill, I keep it low
So you never know how the man feel (the GANGSTA)
Got a different kind of appeal, you niggaz ain't really real
I don't cruise past you dudes, I hover over you fools
Makin you nauseous, I'm big with it bitch I'm flawless
The 'Ville shit is cordless, when out of town I'm down with it
You clown niggaz need to be cautious

[27 second concert skit to open]
[Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER!
[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!
[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!
[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY
[Wyclef Jean] I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE
[Chorus: all together]
Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters
Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies
Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel
[Lil' Fame (Wyclef)]
But if you continue to fuck with my hood
We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)
If you continue to fuck with my hood
[Lil' Fame]
We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)
Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart
From the suburbs to the gritties blocks
Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit
Impeach the President, this is our residence
So; people people, Mo. People
Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo
Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy
Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me
Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then
Ashes to ashes, you bastards
(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again
(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again
(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!
You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers
Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere
They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands
Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations
It seems we havin miscommunications
Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin
Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me
A killer on the block with a glock never shook me
And you won't search me unless I tell you you could
This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood
Now don't act up, cause if you act up
I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup
You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts
With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme
And steam through the motherfuckin glass
And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE
You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat
It's like dancin with the devil
In the ghetto we got metal police
[Chorus: first line only]
[Wyclef Jean]
For the hip-hop cops
They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth
I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself
UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville
If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real
Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto
It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows
Things done changed now I live in the meadows
Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo
But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons
My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}
Smoke so much I can't get high no more
I drink so much I can't get drunk no more
What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?
What'chu know about my stress Mr. [WOOP WOOP]
He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some

[Intro]
HAHAHAHAHA!
Ha Firing squad nigga! Raise, motherfuckin Cain!
(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
Aiyyo.. hahahahaha
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Look, I have suffered, severe trauma
Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville
with my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt
I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it's) Berk'
Present it, soldier style
And the world's on my shoulders now
I be fightin for my life on trial..
.. simply because my daughter, has the world's warmest smile
(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now
Can't nobody stop me, block me or hold me down
(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker
(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
(AHHHHHHHHH!) I'm a motherfucker
(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES
Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain't nuttin changed Duke
Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)
Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
("What's on your mind this morning?")
[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"]
Klak klak!
[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?
(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on
(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on
With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on
(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans
You're the type of fool that I might pee on
Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on
I'm never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon
I keep a gat in the stash, in case it's gon' be on
Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)
You're last when I cock back and I dump three on
I put putholes through the door of his black Neon
Please nigga, don't fuck around and get beat on
Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure
(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won't believe it
It's the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)
[Chorus]
[Danze] Hear me though!
[Fame] YEAH! (hey hey hey hey)
[Verse Three: M.O.P.]
[Fame] SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill
[Will] SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack
[Fame] WE'RE BACK! To irritate you niggaz (how's that?)
[Fame] You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)
[Fame] IN FACT! Check the pose
[Will] Can't nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL
[Fame] Round this motherfucker
[Will] First Fam (not your average Joe)
[Will] Still put it down (like we put it down befo')
[Will] No (NAH) no!
[Fame] Nigga hold weight
[Will] Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)
[Will] It's kinda ill yo
[Fame] We rep the 'Ville so?
[Will] Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro
[Fame] It don't matter to me
[Will] I'd rather it be
[Fame] One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)
[Fame] That's how it'll be
[Will] You niggaz get no love in here
[Fame] We stuck in the streets
[Will] We'll keep it undercover here
... c'mon! C'mon!
("What's on your mind this morning?")
[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"]
Klak klak!
("M - O - P!") ("Re-real niggaz, hit 'em with that Hilltop Flava")
[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]

[Intro]
Ten years nigga
Care to say thank you bitch? Say thank you nigga
Oh! Oh! OH! OH!!!
OHH!! OHH!!! Fuh, die, huh, yuh..
[Lil' Fame]
Funky beats and my dope beat rhymin make it so simple
We are the representation of 'Warriorz' monumental
Handle your business, deal with your issues, let's make this official
Before I put my fist to my pistol and be forced to lift you
(YOU WANTED IT?) You aimin punk? (GET IT GULLY!) Before you start
I'ma POP in the name of my dearly departed (MISTER YOU BETTER)
Respect me, it's the F-I-double-Z-Y, W-O-M-A-C-K
Motherfucker from M.O.P. (YES!)
[Billy Danze]
The First Family nigga is me nigga B.D. nigga I'm comin
M.O.P. nigga, O.G. nigga, WATCH YO' ASS!
Amazing how we handle 'em, take 'em and dismantle 'em
Blam blammin 'em like Cam and 'em, leavin them scramblin
Hopin to damage 'em, ain't no time for panickin
I lift the nose of this cannon and slam one in your face (FACE!)
I do what I gotta do, murder international
Ghetto problem we're blastin you to put you in your place!
[Chorus One: M.O.P.]
[Danze] Mash on 'em, GET 'EM! Step to 'em, HIT 'EM!
You need to show love to the thugs and GET WIT 'EM
[Fame] BEATS - you send 'em, STREETS - we're still in 'em
Remember you send 'em with venom and run right in 'em, we're (LIVE!)
[Danze] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Fame] We right here yo! (LIVE!)
[Danze] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Fame] We right here yo! (LIVE!)
[Danze] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Fame] We right here yo!
So dump (FIRE!) dump (FIRE!) dump (FI-YAHHHHH!)
[Lil' Fame]
So we can wig out, before we get up out the game
Industry on my ass, can't get caught with this wimp rap shit
Not the Fame! I breeze on the lames
That's my advance money, hop the fence, drop the gain
So MC-what's-her-name, try to pocket it, claimin he lockin this
(NOW!) Okay you gon' witness apocalypse
Youse a "check-one-two" on the microphone ass man
Carbon copy of Fizzy, look at him, a clone-ass man
[Billy Danze]
I got 20 on this Family, my man and me and muscle
through half your staff and cruise on snooze past the rest of y'all
True confessions y'all (UH) I ain't gon' mess wit y'all (UH)
I done tested y'all (UH) and y'all ain't got it
It was last spotted in the 'Ville, floatin through, potent too
Pure never stepped on, so it's hard to catch on
(BROOKLYN!) Rep on, Bill and Fame kept strong
Still remainin the illest ever you slept on
[Chorus Two: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Mash on 'em, GET 'EM! Step to 'em, HIT 'EM!
You need to show love to the thugs and GET WIT 'EM
[Danze] BEATS - you send 'em, STREETS - we're still in 'em
Remember you send 'em with venom and run right in 'em, we're (LIVE!)
[Fame] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Danze] We right here yo! (LIVE!)
[Fame] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Danze] We right here yo! (LIVE!)
[Fame] From Ground Zero (LIVE!)
[Danze] We right here yo!
[Fame] So dump (FIRE!) dump (FIRE!) dump (FI-YAHHHHH!)
[Will] You can believe ain't nuttin stoppin us
[Fame] No matter how they market us
[Will] We'll remain at the top of the charts
[Fame] With the hardest C-marchin us
[Will] The hardest on the market son
[Fame] With the tools of trade of a carpenter
[Will] We shook up the industry
[Fame] We got 'em sufferin, the ruckus is now
[Will] We still runnin 'em (now!)
[Will] We still gunnin 'em
[Fame] We been here for a decade, continiously flowin, it's goin
[Will] Down, so recognize
[Fame] That we still exercise them index fingers
[Will] William Danze and Fizzy
[Fame] Them "Downtown Swingers"
[Will] It's the showstoppinest rockinest
[Fame] Non-stoppinest poppinest
[Will] What we be droppin is gotten us ahead of the game
[Will] Competitors came
[Fame] In the form of dozers and lames
[Will] Fizzy (talk to 'em)
[Fame] Billy (put a spark through 'em) now!
[Will] You better know the mac'll spit
[Will] The wack rap shit you kick is a little inaccurate
[Will] You faggot bitch (yeah!)
[Will] We emerge from the cellar, it's the neighborhood hoods
[Fame] And the neighborhood hero
[Will] Live from Ground Zero (YEAH!)

Firing Squad nigga!
Hahahaha..
Oh! Oh! Hahahahahahaha - AIY, AIY!
Firing Squad nigga!
One time, one time
Geah, nigga - nigga!
Rock roller, rock roller
Tim [?] in the building, in the building
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Now look, you niggaz that want to be crooks
You shook, I'm fired out of BK nigga
When I got ahold of some trap, I took it way back
Let 'em [?] claim as I lean in my Cadillac
If you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue
I might be a little tight, and I might have my pistol
The same niggaz you see goin up, you'll see 'em comin down
You'll be left in the streets, fuckin 'round like
"ANTE UP!" Don't get it fucked up or twisted
Cause you'll be, fucked up, and twisted
And shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle
as a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles
These niggaz wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck
with niggaz throwin up, you lookin like like WHO DA FUCK?
And how you gon' handle, not bein able to come through
Your killers and the vandals can't stand you
Cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you
You wonder what it's about
When it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you
Firing Squad, we raise hell
And will prevail
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[Fame] So what you do now, act like a bitch nigga?
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Fame] Oh you wanna kick off a cliff nigga?
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Fame] These niggas is out to slaughter ya, murder yo' ass
[Fame] And you ain't gon' do SHIT nigga
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Fame] Where the fuck are your morals homey?
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Fame] Where the fuck is your balls at?
[Fame] We was raised by G's
[Fame] Think I'ma let you disregard that?
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Fame] It'll be a cold day in hell bitch
[Will] Get the fuck outta here!
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
Fuck you, in the hemlock position, Duke my name ain't Richie Rich
Be a nigga deal witcha shit and stop actin Bitchy Bitch
You know the reason that the game gone bad
It's cause you forgot who gave you the car
Quick to help you build your {?}, truly yours
Fame! Look, Fam in my name
Mark, Laze and Jamal got a jam in my name
I defy for the true aces
But you gon' have me done stab you in both of your face
You two-faced bitch!
Keep talkin bout me bad
You gon' need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up
with pieces of yo' ass!
I'll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box
So either we can pop shots, that's how OG'z do it on my block
Cause violence, is the universal language
NAH nigga, you done picked the wrong nigga to bang with
Glock pop, we'll murder ya, B'Ville nigga
You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang!
[ad libs]
[Chorus]

[7 second skit to open]
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man
Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya
SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya
Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya
[Billy Danze]
Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo'
(Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin
I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on
But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone
We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em)
Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em)
And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s
Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s
IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill
Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal
Since money make your world go 'round, that's true
And money make you do the dumb shit that you do
(WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu?
How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew?
Weak niggaz will fall, whack niggaz will fail
Live niggaz prevail, YES YES Y'ALL
[Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame]
[Lil' Fame - overlapping Chorus]
I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade
It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard
My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today
IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May
(OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers
(OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker
(CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight
Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock?
I ain't talkin no autograph written
Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins
Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta
Run on up like {?} got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga
It's a rudebwoy awakening
M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga!
[Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame]
[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back like {?} nigga
Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that
Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga
[Billy Danze]
Y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack
Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA)
You niggaz need to know that, me and the homey run rap
You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA)
[unknown]
Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me
Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze)
What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch
The AK (ay) Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint
To get it'll take a little sense
I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent
And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G)
You and your homies can hold these!

[Intro: Lil' Fame (samples)]
Fuck 'em! Yeah
This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez
I'm a tell you this
(Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely)
I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga
Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time)
It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy)
Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind)
Show off! Show off!
[Lil' Fame:]
I'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
To Saratoga Ave., forever and always
(Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me
Of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways
Psssssss, I was left in the hood
With a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate
(BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi'
My childhood friends gone, body after body
(DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me
Hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami
With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me
Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy
Nobody to trust besides me
Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly
(This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all
I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo
[Chorus: samples]
Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely
Come and see me some ti-time, time
It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy
To push me, right out of your mind
[Billy Danze:]
YEAH! Uhh
Brooklyn, New York, forever and always
As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways
To focus and become a commodity someday
While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay
(Forever and always) perfectin the grind
While tryin to become one of those expected to shine
And that's a small percentage, it's vintage
For niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings
To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us
The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us
(NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us
Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it
Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in
They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em
Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more
I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war
[Chorus]
(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)
[Lil' Fame:]
It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
St. Marx Ave., forever and always
(1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me
Of them old times back in the hallways
With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer)
My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer
Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler
Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS
[Billy Danze:]
The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us
Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us
Way before them people in Japan was discussin us
And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us
Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us
The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up
(You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball
With them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw
[Chorus]
(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)
[Lil' Fame:]
It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
St. Marx Ave., forever and always
(1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me
Of them old times back in the hallways

"I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something."
[Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ
(Don't try) NIGGAZ
Do or DIE NIGGAZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA
[repeat]
[Verse one: Lil Fame']
We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack!
To the history of rap
From the history, of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
(William and) Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
What it look like, when they on the pipe?
Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread
When you down and out, people turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
Hold that down,
As I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty smile, like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
I got family from CI to B'ville
We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real
(Now slide) Slide
Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide
[Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)]
[change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)]
[Verse two: Billy Danze]
Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance)
From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit
Watch these real niggaz, move crowds
While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed
I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie
I've always been afraid to die
(So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first
I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse
When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at
(First Family!) , you know where my love's at
Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Here to a hundred years
We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
We dedicated to dominating the same shit
Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do
(You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew
If I'm after you, it's on
Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on!) So now you remember me
It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD
[Chorus: first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze]
[Verse three:]
Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased
[pause] REST IN PEACE
Ya', (Ya') Still with me
And I still keep old feel with me
I'm dedicated to the game
Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain
A Brooklyn ?fugitive?
I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner
Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines
(The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
You know my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole clips
So tell your man stop flinchin
Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin
(Firing Squad) With the same tale
(The last of the best) And we saved the best for last [echoes]

[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad
(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the motherfuckin
(You motherfuckers get up!) Dungeon, nigga
(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!)
(FI-YAHHHHHHH) HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Get in yo' ass nigga
Firing Squad huh? Let's go, let's go, let's go!
(FI-YAHHHHHHH) M dot, O dot, P dot, we got
Nigga! Do, flippa[?], uh, ohh
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
It's Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you?
Nigga where yo' soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
The niggaz you coincide with, you don't wanna collide with
(M!) Exclude them, they already know the name
They already know the game, they already know we flame
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky, they put 'em in boots
And camoflauge suits, and they still can't get wit me
I'm wicked, look at the way I rip it
I'm off-balance, I'm mentally challenged, but I'm gifted
(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
I'll get at yo' crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!)
The question is - where the fuck it came from?
Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck untamed him?
And why can't they restrain him?
There's somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he's angry and straight spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Hahahahahaha!
Cobra-ass nigga, NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!
[Danze] Yo, let's go!
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
{?} perish, with my tactic
Terminate, act hell, I bust brain cells
I'm international, my name rings bells
So take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war
Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw
Fuck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door
This is (FI-YAHHHHHHH) we give a fuck about your rag
You motherfuckers made New York look bad
With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O.
Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
Nigga sixteen bars'll get you caught up - this ain't Mickey D's
But fuck around, and I'll suicide your order
Pop shit I'm poppin hollows in you niggaz 'tinue to serve
When the Desert burn whoever's left on the menu
First Fam', we don't start wars with you, but my dogs will
Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, [?] witchu
We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
So we just spit it back to the hood, motherfucker we spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Get yo' ass up, nigga!
What? What? What-what-what-what-what, ow, oh, AOWWWWW
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
What happened to the M.O. (P!) nigga we make history
You don't know? Then find yo' ass on Unsolved Mystery
When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly)
It's a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
Fuck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo' eye and dump
[Verse Four: Lil' Fame]
(FI-YAHHHHHHH) And that's whassup, so nigga whattup?
You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah!
You know the motherfuckin style, my goons is wild
We turn this whole, motherfucker into the OK Corral
(So what it's gon' be bitch?) Nigga look into this
What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a bitch you is
We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
(FI-YAHHHHHHH) Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, nigga?
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
[Outro]
(FI-YAHHHHHHH) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out nigga
(It's the way of the world nigga) Yeah!
Fall up out this bitch

[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don't want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm ready to blast, kid
Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see
I'm willin to die for my respect
If I have to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
In '93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that they underground
I put they ass under ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that ass straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You fuckin f.a.g.
(Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
(Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)
[Lil' Fame]
Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name
I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps
When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump
Because we're goin all out, word to Miz
You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his
Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another nigga smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama
Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you niggas start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me
It's the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke when I defeat a man
Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man
[Billy Danzini]
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk
Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman
Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin
Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What kinda shit is he tryin to pull?
All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked
Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec
I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground
Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell
M.O.P. goin out till the end
This is how we separate the boys from the men
Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull

[Intro:]
DO IT! Fuck, what the fuck huh?
DO IT! Yeah, yeah...
C'mon! Mo motherfuckin P
[Lil' Fame:]
Don't let me tell you where I'm from (CROOK-NAM) we cain't stop here
We go to any other hood and set up shop there
Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there
If you lookin for brotherly love, it's not here
Shit's not fair, them young gun boys from (BROOK-NAM) run up
Inside of number spots here, we got it locked here, we kill cops here
I'm one of those niggaz you witness livin the music
It only takes me one point two seconds to lose it
My shit bang inside of gamblin spots where niggaz throw dice
It motivate 'em for the whole night, niggaz be so hype
Niggaz already know what my flow like
My shit inspire riots with the po-lice, imagine what my show like!
It's M.O.P. fo' life
You never heard a nigga that spit it like Lil' Fame in your whole life
I do it for the hood, I'm never loungin where the faggots at
I'm one of them savage cats, these motherfuckers is CRAZY
[Chorus: x2]
C'MON! ["Damn shit's changed since back in the day"]
These motherfuckers is crazy ["WORRRRD UP"]
C'MON! Crazy (SING IT!)
These motherfuckers is CRAZY
[Termanology:]
I get it poppin like poppin a Oxycontin
In the Rotten Apple in Times Square at 12 o'clock
On New Year's, the crew's here, M.O.P. (nigga)
And S.T. (nigga) 1-2-3 (get 'em)
I got the KRS flow, mixed with Esco'
Pull a fresco, meet the 38 special
Turn dizzy, Lil' Fizzy and Bill with me
I'm still 50 levels ahead of these cats really
Billy Danze, CHECK, Lil' Fame, CHECK
Nine milli' fo'-fizzy big glizzy, CHECK
Get the fuck back pah, we them trap stars
Turned into rap stars, whippin the fast cars
Spittin them crack bars, grippin them black arms
Givin them bad scars we really is that hard
It ain't a facade, it's God in the MC
You wear me on your neck, and let your shit bleed
Religious people tat Term on they arm
Call me Allah, my story is the holy Qu'ran
I'm the God, I spit the sun moon and the stars
Say what you want, I'm a young Rakim with the bars
So, go ahead and think I'm too nice to do it
And say grace 'fore you bite the bullet (these motherfuckers is CRAZY)
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze:]
Stand down 'fore I put your man down, homey Danze down like Nino
Stuck in the time, still doin crime like it's legal
Molestin the grind, just check how I climb over beats
I'm a beast, I especially shine for the streets
So I'm inclined on the yellow lines, y'all think it's deep
But to me, it's where I meet the homies all week
If you get with 'em you stick with 'em, you ain't gotta creep
And if you creep, it's awkward cause homey never sleep
I made it clear that's how you rock shit, y'all remember me
Switched lanes, I ain't never changed, forever (M.O.P.)
Yeah with uncontrollable wits, CEO in this bitch
And crocodiles and gators, you haters havin a fit
I'm levitatin and flowin, in my own zone
Drownin bottles of 'gnac, bringin it back home
You better know how to react, or get your shit blown
S-T dot Marx, nigga we get it on (these motherfuckers is CRAZY)

[M.O.P.]
Heh heh, BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!
Warriorz... (c'mon) CONQUERORS!!
YO!! They tryin to kill us (YO!!)
But we don't die.. we gon' live!
YEAH! First.. (YEAH!!) Family - YEAHH!!
[in the background]
It's the M dot O dot P ["dot P" repeat]
[M.O.P.]
Dis da Mash Out Posse baby
Lemme tell y'all somethin
When we go to war
We go all the way to motherfuckin war
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
(OKAY!) I never accepted the glroy
I gave you the story, and showed you how I do it
(MY WAY!) It's the warrior tactics, I'm tellin you bastards
your back is really no match for this ratchet
(LET'S SAY!) You studied the criminal minds
Specifically mine, you'd be amazed at the shit you would find
(B.K.!) Got a nigga twisted
So I rips it like I rip cause I'm gifted, so
(TO-DAY!) Rap is my profession
And the omens I posess would make me do it with aggression
(AL-WAYS!) M dot, O dot, P dot, forever we hot
Whatever we drop, together we not
(GON' PLAY) Fizzy Wo', William Berkowitz
Witty ways, smooth out your gritty ways, send you to a grave
(WE SAY) If you're comfortable across town
Stay across town, Brownsville put it down
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
It's the M dot O dot P dot (P!!!)
Stop, 'fore you get one of these, slammed in your face
Murder should be the case - nigga this is suicide
Got homies that'll climb up out the sewers when we ride
It's the M dot O dot P dot (P!!!)
Stop before you get one of these, slammed in your face
Murder should be the case - nigga this is suicide
Got homies that'll climb up out the sewer when we ride
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
(OKAY!) We notice your mouth been runnin for years
Count your threshold of evils up to lessen some of your fears
(MY WAY!) It's the way of the real, the way of the 'Ville
One day at a time, one day of the crime
(LET'S SAY!) You misunderstood, the ways of a thug
The ways of the hood, you wouldn't survive in
(B.K.!) It'll be an express way to the morgue
Niggaz quick to lay you off, A-S-P-C-A of justice
(MY WAY!)
[Danze] It's the M dot O dot P ["dot P" repeat]
[Outro]
It's the Mash Out Posse

[Chorus: Treach]
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
steal shit
[Billy Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to danger
Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas
[Chorus]
[Hook: Treach]
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
[repeated]
[Lil Fame]
Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, never took a shot
God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back
Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga
[Chorus]
[Treach]
You did ya hit you had to do most
Five minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, with M.O.P.
[several names and shit shouted out]
[Chorus]
[Hook]

[Intro:]
You know what this shit means man (what?)
You know what this means for M.O.P. shit to pop?
You know what it means for Brooklyn?
For New York? For the fuckin streets?
For niggaz that ain't got nothin
From shit to sugar! My nigga
No compromise (at all) no changin (nope never)
M.O.P. is the streets - we ARE Brooklyn! (Salute)
Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, East New York
Across the 'Ville, Coney Island, Red Hook
All downtown Brooklyn man, it's G's around here
[Chorus: x2]
Brooklyn! (Go 'head now) {C'MON NOW! }
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyyyyyyyn! (Go 'head now) {C'MON NOW! }
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
[Billy Danze:]
Geah! Since these niggaz don't take the day off
Your bullshit may not pay off
I'm a give you a guide on when you can ride
And which blocks you should stay off
Which projects you should go around
With or without a pound
(If these niggaz catch you on they grounds)
They gon' lay yo' ass down
Now I ain't tryin to play you like a pawn and choose your every move
(We ain't sayin you a bitch either) but dude let's keep it cool
Keep your heater, it's nippy out, even when you see the sun
Don't be flashin your ones, bumpin your gums or fixin your gun
In East New York (East New York nigga) them niggaz keep it rockin
Them Coney Island niggaz is wild, they smile when they be poppin
My God, them Fort Greene niggaz is beyond hard
They brick, I mean they sick, and they roll thick
Man there's blocks in Crown Heights, that ain't even got lights
It's dark, AND YOU DON'T WANNA GET CAUGHT UP IN ALBANY PARK NOW DO YA?
There's sparks down on Nostrand, there's sparks down on Kingston
Come anywhere near the 'Ville, I don't know what the fuck you thinkin
This is
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame:]
Nigga just cock the burner, nigga just pop the burner
Nigga got ROCKED with the burner, it's a dirty game of murder
Get caught up at the ropes - nigga it's over
You a lucky nigga if yo' ass, ever even get a chance, to come out a coma
A lot of my dawgs around here, got a college education
And, they ain't get it from Penn State (NOPE) they got it from the state pen
It's veterans to rookies, niggaz that pop off, and niggaz that's pussy
But believe me dawg it ring off 'round here
Now I'm from (BROOKLYN) and I'm soldier, I'm sinister
Every day of my life is a like a moving Marxmen cinema
I'm from where them niggaz be squeezin, where your man got killed at
Back in the day cause he ain't wanna come the fuck up off the cheapskate
And I know it ain't shit out here, but believe me I'm still out here
Man the niggaz done seen me and asked what the fuck I'm doin out here
I'm live from the borough of B-Rrah-O, O-KAYYYY
L-Y-N, I'm an N-Y-G from N.Y.C., that's
[Chorus]
[Outro: Lil' Fame]
Yeah nigga, Brownsville up in this motherfuckin bitch!
That's how the FUCK we do it nigga
Mo' Peez up in this motherfucker
Ready to go right upside yo'... nigga!
That's how the fuck we do it nigga
BROOKLYN! Stand the fuck up in this one nigga
Yeah, Fizzy Wo'!

[Lil' Fame:]
We comin at you live from the home of the pine box (hit 'em up)
Every block, every boulevard (get 'em up)
You know the name in the game (whattup doe)
We still bang (bang) band (whattup doe)
Up in the spot, you wild black at
Down a couple of bottles and party, your pants sag (drunk)
It's poppin off dawg (oh you gangsta with it)
It's poppin off dawg (let's get gangsta with it)
[Billy Danze:]
Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us
It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts
Try to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed
And we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up
'Bout to, switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks
I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin
I (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef
(Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I...
[Chorus:]
Blow the horns on 'em [x2]
... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Blow the horns on 'em [x2]
... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
[Lil' Fame:]
What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me
Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in
And we let it out
A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk
So, act up if you want it
Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800
F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack
Brownsville where you at?... Where you at?
[Billy Danze:]
BLAOW! Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong
BLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on
BLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm
BLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God
So now, we back nigga with straight bombs
And... in fact nigga it's napalm
So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm
Grippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame:]
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants
I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine
Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine?
This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards
You know that old bullshit that we be on
(WHATTUP!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama
(AND I) tackle the track like you yapped my momma
[Billy Danze:]
I've been branded, and labelled a bandit
Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit
One motion, pull click ass clique
I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit
For y'all niggaz thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless
I'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit
So, I slay y'all you get what you pay for
We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga

Fuck outta here nigga
We the reason why y'all niggaz rap hard... nigga
[M.O.P.]
Uh! (the big boy game) What is nigga (the big boy game)
Uh, (the big boy game) man.. child.. (big boy game)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! (the big boy game)
We make you wanna punch a nigga in his motherfuckin mouth
(The big boy game) Same game nuttin changed
(The big boy game) We built the building
[Lil' Fame]
Grab a, hold of yourself, open your eyes
Get wise, to the M.O.P. (nigga!)
Get live, with the M.O.P. (nigga!)
Get down, or get pound the fuck out
Got the 40 cal' tucked
Shorty mad from the 'Ville and I'm all grown up
Don't owe niggaz nothin, come on roll up
I'ma loan you a quick four or five bucks, BUK BUK BUK BUK BUK
POM! Momma prayed, momma cried
But don't cry ma I come too far
They ain't gon' do me like Half-A-Mil or Freaky Tah
They ain't gon' do me like they did my friend Nick Pavacho
Blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now
{*oriental sample*} Salute!
To the homies that's gone, dogs behind bars
Fuck that, gimme four more bars
Don't ask me what the beef is, I got love for both sides
So a nigga rock mismatched sneakers
One foot S. Dots the other foot Pro Keds
I rock box, with some Armadales to the head, and I'm good
(The big boy game... the big boy game)
Same game nuttin changed (The big boy game... the big boy game)
Oh! (The big boy game) Nigga... the big boy game
The big boy game...
[Billy Danze]
Where, yeah, yeah, G'Z UP! Yeah, it's the legendary Danze
Tell the hood it's all good to never bury the man
And I'm comin with a flurry of plans, and if it don't work
I'm back on the block with a glock goin berzerk
And if you see me in the club nigga, know I'm on point
Don't get your brain matter splattered all over the joint
Reasons, that motherfucker never played fair
We just, showed you niggaz how to PUT IT IN THE AIR
JESUS! Here come them God damn dudes
(STILL) grimey (STILL) gutter (STILL) ghetto and (STILL) rude
(STILL) real (STILL) 'Ville (STILL) labelled as bad news (hahahaha)
And still the reason why you fuckers won't move
BACK WITH A VENGEANCE, just me and Fizzy Wo'
KICK YOUR SHIT UP OFF THE HINGES, just me and Fizzy Wo'
Brownsville homey, in case you didn't know
In the middle of the street with po-po like BO BO
(The big boy game) Nigga... (the big boy game)
(Big boy game... big boy game)
(The big boy game... it's the big boy game)

[Billy Danze:]
Bang bang ba-bang, ba-bang bang ba-bang
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Ba-bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
Bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
[Lil' Fame:]
To the East my brother like a X-Clan member
SISSY! Lil' Fame is a Marxmen
I'm the son of Sonny Carson
I wash dirty cats through hood laundromats, where they lost at
Go home or go hard yeah this is real life warrior shit
These other rap dudes corny as shit
What'chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner shit
+Cold as Ice+ on some Foreigner shit
Raised on the dark side, baptized in dirty water
The murder Marx side, dark skies to early mornings
What's a nickel bag to a profit/prophet, graze hit 'em right out
Great day to do it again, same as the night out
[whistling] This is the good, the bad and the ugly
'Round here we keeps it thuggy thuggy
Yeah and it's Brooklyn's, finest, unfaded, Brownsvillians
We'll shoot this bitch up like cowboys and indians
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
D-Block! Yeah, bang time
45'll hit 'em and leave 'em with hang time
Raised on his ass like the glass of a [? ] line
Raw like cocaine line, nigga I ain't lyin
Your man's frame is dyin from the flame of the iron
Walkin him, walk with him, now better kneel with him
Try to be real with him, I'm so deep in it
That if you try to stand up his fuckin guts gon' spill on him
Play with'cha kids, or a deck of cards
Me I go extra hard, still tryin to get it, like I'm Escobar
Only question I ask is cash or a check involved
Put me on my P's and Q's, let me know if death's involved
Like I give a shit, ignorant nigga
Yeah I pull the trigger quick, thought you woulda figured this
You want to know why the movement is rigorous
S.P. the Ghost, on some Y.O. killer shit, nigga!... Bang time
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze:]
Yo, somewhere in (BROOKLYN) is where you'll find this nigga, in my comfort zone
Semi circled by the grimiest niggaz (c'mon!)
Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod
In the field where the real niggaz are born (ghetto)
There's no surgeons here, we don't cut up body parts
We blast and leave yo' ass wherever it start
A half a block from the precinct, the homies are beyond thuggin and buggin
My whole borough's in judgment indecent
The thoroughest dimepieces straight out of action flicks
(Gangsta bitch!) Angela Jolie this
Notion, forward motion, do what you gotta do
To get what you gotta get to get your shit rollin
And keep closin, by any means
The 50 cal the 40 or the 30 carbine
Let it steam motherfucker let's go, we in them greends
And on the grounds with it we down with it, that's how we bling

[Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now?
(What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK)
ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!
My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!
(BUCK BUCK) See motherfucker we don't play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO
[Remi Martin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)
Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!
For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry
So they can come and take - all your money
{*brief sample of "It's So Hard"*}
Wish I could bring Pun back
(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!
{*beat returns to "Ante Up*}
(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!
So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch
She try to spaz out then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin
Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
[Teflon] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!!
[Teflon]
What? My whole family nuts
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt
Quit tryin to tuck the necklace
I'm young hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!!
[Lil' Fame]
Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin
The game motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow
Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech
Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen.. it's, Lil' Fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!
Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)
It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin
I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin
Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's nowhere to run to, when death becomes you
Some say you soul may burn in the flame
Can front if you want too, but niggaz who merk you
Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
You a rider right?, down to ride tonight?
Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight
Nigga cock the steele, it's kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
[Verse 1: Billy Danz]
What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?
Will you lay down and cry? Will you stand up and die?
Like the man that I am (fire, yes, yes)
I'm a legend in the town, now
Since your all gangstad up let's get the fuck down
Big Bill Danz and I'm reppin for buck town
Niggaz see me dummin, I'm coming clutching the pound
Don't worry bout my whereabouts, we air 'em out clear 'em out (yes, yes)
The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out (d-d-d-dats what's up)
You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up
Brownsville (cl-cl-cl-clap it up)
Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all (yes, yes)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
You got these young niggaz hollering' (Murda-ra)
Copper tops on my block, like (bloc, bloc, bloc)
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my moms
Right in front of my motherfucking face
See in the ‘Ville' ain't no such thing as a stray bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never out of season
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
Blood stains on the cement
Same place he stood, that's were you leave em'
And don't back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun
Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun
You know the drill
I'm a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce
And you better not jog, nigga run
(ONE) Fuck that [gun shot x3], Dumb bitch, rest in piss

[Intro:]
Uhh! Fizzy Wo', MO P's
Uhh, uhh, uh
Kah-uh kah-uh, kah-C'MON!
Gangsta boogie with the Famesta
Famesta boogie with the gangsta, gangsta
[Lil' Fame:]
I gets gangsta big now with it!
Bust how the homey get down with it (C'MON)
If you want you can get down with it, or sit down with it
We tear shit down with it in the (GHETTO!)
Still runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9
And 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives
Nigga what the fuck is on yo' mind?
Can't none of you rap niggaz hold mine, nigga Fizzy Wo' shine
Y'all niggaz rappin like y'all rap for Nickolodeon
With a mouth full of cubic zirconias
I catch you at the Hip-Hop Summit (uh-huh) smack fire out'cha mouth
Call you a bitch and piss on the podium!
What I say on a record, I MEAN on a record
The hood love my voice, I'm mean on a record!
It's cream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit
You just blowin off steam on a record
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
STOP PUSHIN! You better stop pushin me dog
You see a nigga comin through, gimme room
Tell them niggaz to move (NIGGA MOVE!)
Y'all motherfuckers better stop pushin (NIGGA STOP PUSHIN)
The next motherfucker that push me
I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)
The next motherfucker that push me
I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)
[Billy Danze:]
Hey yo I'm big Bill Danze in it, Y'KNAHMEAN?
And had enough to cop the drop and the Chevy is clean
I mean there's somethin 'bout the way that I lean
That'll shake a nigga out of a scheme, that means it's (GHETTO!)
Geah and I break a nigga right at the spleen, we do it gritty
Down with niggaz who scattered around Sin City
Equipped with the pounds and semis, so I ain't worried
'bout you fuckers as I ride by, drownin Henny
They give me DAP - how it's lookin pa? - I see you still floatin
Keep it raw! - Oh fo' sho' son, my shit is still smokin
From the do', niggaz gave you the vibe - MOVE ON!
And it'll take a miracle for you to get out alive
(BROOKLYN!) Real G's get it on
I rub you under the chin with a gemstar homes
You know I got a condition, you see me twitchin
At my death one of you motherfuckers slippin, I'm hittin

[Intro:]
Uhh, what? Uhh, uhh
GET, THE, FUCK, UP!
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
SALUTE A G WHEN YOU SEE ONE
Put fo' fingers up to ya fo'head, and tuck in ya thumb
SALUTE A G WHEN YOU SEE ONE
Put fo' fingers up to ya fo'head, and tuck in ya thumb
SALUTE A G WHEN YOU SEE ONE
Put fo' fingers up to ya fo'head, and tuck in ya thumb
HOLLA AT ME - salute! HOLLA BACK - salute!
CLACK CLACK - salute! SHOW LOVE TO A G
[Lil' Fame:]
It's poppin off in this bitch, it's the chairman of the board in this bitch
(FIZZY WO'!) Boss Hog in this bitch
Yo I know a couple of Bloods, I know a couple of Crips
And they don't C-Walk, all them niggaz do is this...
... blow smoke up in the air
Fuck your bottle, put your cups in the air
Nigga you bitch born breech, you walked out your moms
Don't make me... FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU UP!
It's gym star fucker, that's what they call me now
I got a cut for these hoes still wanna blow me down
(So nigga keep your hoes in they place)
Everyday's a holiday, but you know I brought my hammer just in case
Cause we police the hood, cops show no purpose on the block
Why the fuck they keep circlin the block?
They can't stop the thugs, they can't stop the love of the music
Tell them motherfuckers salute me
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze:]
Yeah, yeah
It's as rugged as you can get it nigga (IT'S) the legends of war
(M.O.P.!) You niggaz'll get levelled for sure
You know me (B.D.) I spit shine the flow
Stuck, back in the cut and took time to glow
So I'm still on the beat, I mean walkin the beat
Down in the street where the killers compete
And make 'em holla MAN DOWN...
Commander Danze with a hand cannon, standin on dangerous grounds
(EASE UP!) Get up off me nigga
Don't get grease in your peez and let fathers figure
Cross me! C'mon, follow through with'cha schemes
And I'll open one of you motherfuckers up at the seams
FIYAHHHHHH! Crucial conflict
A real G policy is no nonsense
Go 'head nigga, take your hammer in the house
'fore I beat all your teeth out your God damn mouth!

[20 seconds of piano playing, followed by a cocking gun]
("HERE COME THE PAIN! ")
[Intro:]
BAOW! Yup, yup yup
Y-yo, y-yup yup yup...
Gotta get it nigga
Ay!... Yeah!
You a legend nigga
Nigga you are a LEGEND nigga, C'MON!
[Lil' Fame:]
I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow
I know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits
That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy
Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos
At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, "All the Way to Heaven"
Gettin my weap-on (THEN) lead popped off
Niggaz took flight like a 747 (and now)
The block's locked off (if) a head's popped off
Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome
And they record it on a camera phone
(FUCK THE WORLD!) Cause when y'all come for Fizzy
I'm a tell his ass to holla back at me cause I'm busy (OH!)
Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin
I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em
Can't nuttin stop that from powder sale to prison
Is you still down nigga? (HELL YEAH!) Then fuck with us
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home
You fucked up and left your hammers at home
Ain't nobody stoppin my shine, we hit 'em like BRRRAP
If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like BRRRAP
So... so, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
You too, you too, fuck you, fuck... you
[Billy Danze:]
Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section, permanently
Sayin that WE are the niggaz most likely to fail
They had the whole shit (mapped out) they wanted me to (act out)
Put obstacles in front of me hopin I wouldn't branch out
Raised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out
Lash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin
And lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials
Servin ass serpents with them devilish smiles
I'm on to you; c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day
My only conversation is done in a HOOD way
HOOD play HOOD pray to a whole different God
While standin behind gates we got whole different odds
Try to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade
Now put your faith on your ace dependin on when it's played
And when you come face to face, with homey with the blade
You shoulda cased the place, cause homey ain't afraid
Old cutthroat-ass nigga, you need to be rewarded
And when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered and ordered to die
Where you stand... can't do it your owns, well I'm here for you homes
FUCK YOU
[Lil' Fame:]
So... so, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
You too, you too, fuck you, fuck... you
[Chorus]

Ooh.. yeah..
Come on! Ooh..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah..
[Lil' Fame]
Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Lil' Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you
I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me
Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ]
Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
The hand full of niggas that I came with
I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you ever caught me slipping
You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing'
before you cats and you ass get deleted
[Chorus x2]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga
[Billy Danze]
Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that
(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard
So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
with holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back
Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking with now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Fame]
It's an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit
It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit
I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone'
In this full blown (blown), bitch,
M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus
and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers
[Billy Danze]
Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out,
Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum)
Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this streetgame is going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old days
we all blaze, we all study criminal ways
[Chorus x2]
Nigga!

[HOOK:]
Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
There comes a time in your life that get trife
And you're forced to pay dues
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose
[Lil Fame]
What I got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my heart been torn
Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm a young ass man
Grippin the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that know they must salute 'em
I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my moms passed that shit
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they herbin ya
But I keep heat, cuz the streets told me to murder ya
I got some shit in the stash for your ass
That'll make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary G, but it don't worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me
[HOOK]
[Billy Danze]
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street Blues
Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a chump step on your black leather shoes
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre
I'll see his brains, [that's a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I feel how I feel, (yeah) should I be ready to peel (yeah)
Shoud I be grippin steel, (yeah) is it kill or be killed
To the Death nigga, point blank range
Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your brain
Life don't really mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and I'll blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more caine than Cuba (yeah)
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field
Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga
[HOOK]
[Lil Fame]
So my man, if you can understand the shit that we sent you
It's from the government set ups and shit that we been through
It's ghetto education, simple and plain
Some facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game
[Billy Danze]
If the ghetto mentality keep you wildin G, then I aint mad at ya
Still hittin for my people in Clinton and Attica
The code of the street is to get deep
And to let 'em know you lettin go your heat, Salute

[HOOK x4:]
In the Illside of Town where they...
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder, murder motherfuckers
[Billy Danze]
Ayo, Handle UR Bizness now (you might not get the chance later)
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your crater
In the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich
It gets a mind blowin situation (one occupation get left)
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin death
We're jumpin on decks, with the jumpers at the tire
BLAU! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fire
Now, let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught, and look who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas wit size
Whet up the wildest survive
Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin, index finger exercisers
CLAK, CLAK! (cut 'em some slack) fuck that, it's on
I know you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil Fame will still stand
I'm thinkin of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can fuck with Billy Danze
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'wm in the
(Illside of Town where they, murder niggas, I'm from the...)
[HOOK]
Take 'em down
[Lil Fame]
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for Brownsville
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for Brownsville
You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers
(Ghetto how) we dealin with these savages the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages
The characters that's left still the same fellas
They still slingin heavy metal, (aint nothing but the ghetto)
But it's like that, aint that right black
When my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike back
Here in Crooklyn it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life
One way to survive on these streets (you choose it)
Rip up, load your clip up, slip up, and (you lose it)
Cops roll up on you son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some shit that your moms always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing
I aint just fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin down
No matter the repercussions M.O.P. hold it down in the...

[Ice-T and Chris Rock in "New Jack City":]
Yo check this out homeboy
God's on your side right? So why don't you do this, reasonable
14K, bow, pzzshw, I'm Audi
(You wanna do this direct or not man? 17 man)
(Yo lemme see the money, lemme see the money)
(Whassup, whassup, whassup, whassup?)
Yeah c'mon let's do this man [unzips bag]
What'chu know about that homeboy?
[Intro: M.O.P.]
We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics
It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is
[Billy Danze:]
Uhh M DOT, O DOT, we still hard with it
Yo' block, his block, we still armed with it
While y'all stopped hip-hop, we moved on with it
Got it on with it, spit it and rung alarms with it
And nowadays I've aged, so I'm calm with it
But I'm the reason Flex started droppin them bombs with it
Up by the club love thugs that's war with it
While the homies in the hood decided to go on, get it
And no, I ain't change lanes on you lil' dudes
I just upgraded my game on you lil' dudes
FOUNDATION - a whole different set of rules
Premeditation you facin predicates fool
You better be cool, I give you the WOMP WOMP
I go in the glove box and WOMP WOMP your top
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics
It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is
(FOR THE FOUNDATION!) We suffered blood sweat and tears
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in many situations
Yes kid, you are the last generation
So for the continuation
We, do what we do for the next generation
We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics
It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is
[Lil' Fame:]
Run 'em down, gun 'em down, it's crazy when we come around
Insane from the underground, 200 and somethin pounds
You know my motto, both arms covered with body art
Don't catch a hollow, we keep arms, fuck a bodyguard
Let me remind you, how I do
If you think I'm just spittin a rhyme nigga you sick as the swine flu
Cause this ain't rap dummy, you get your fuckin face clapped
And they gon' have to fix yo' face back with putty (BOOM)
Get it ugly (BOOM) we do it 3-6-5
"Day 'N Nite" but I ain't Kid Cudi, it's
M.O.! Spittin devious thoughts, I'm from where niggaz
Around house kicked your moms, snatched her beads and her cross
Where they hustle hard, tryin to get the keys to the Porsche
Just some of them young boys do it for no reason at all cause
[Chorus]
[Outro x4: singers]
We keep flippin it, we still bringin it
You be lovin what we do
[M.O.P.:]
We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics

[Intro:]
Firing Squad...To the Death
[Hook:]
When I'm dead and gone, you won't be alone
When I'm dead and gone
[Verse 1:]
O.G. Boom Bang (that's my nigga), that's right
I told you knuckle build with skil, love you after life
And since your death, everythings changed
The family ain't the same, shit seems strange
I started beef with you, use to eat with you
Sleep with you, creep with you, I got use to seeing you
But I ain't smashed up, I ain't mad at cha
I know some day we all all gonna be up in that pasture
But anyway, we finally got some ends
Princess Imani will be blessed with them diamonds and gems
Just like we always planned, so salute, to ya troop
Tribute from your man Billy Danz I love you
[Hook:]
When we get there you won't be alone, when I'm dead and gone
[Verse 2:]
Yo, the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, I'm surrounded by my peers
There I lay, day after day has been a struggle for the man
But when I'm put six feet under, will my son understand?
This is some, ILL shit, that we DEAL with, because
Caps get pealed QUICK, and we be dealin' with some real shit
It's like a universal cycle, I'm a disciple
You could be left not breathing even if you walking with your bible
So when m body hit that soil and sinkin'
I'm gonna be lookin' right over my son, even when I'm dead and stinkin'
A legacy is left behind, for mine
So he can stay strong, so that he can move on, when I'm dead and gone
[Hook:]
The way the world is going it won't be too long, when I'm dead and gone
I'm on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it up
[Verse 3:]
So kid, don't think you alone, when your daddy's all gone
Cause I won' be resting in peace till I see you grown
Carry on, nothing else could come above you
You best believe I love you, I wouldn't of brought you in this world of
struggle
There's only two places to go, heaven or hell, well only God alone
Will know, where I dwell, so stay tight, keep your head right
It'll be alright, you'll never be alone, when I'm dead and gone
I be amoungst the fallen members of my family tree
(Baby Boy Brimmer) and my man Spuds McKenzy
Princly Roy and Big Mal, Lameef caught a beat
A cat with that Danzine smile
After I stopped breathing, I ain't leavin', cause I belive in
Achievin' goals, through spiritial soul (REMEMBER)
Death is just a heart beat away
And if you live by the gun, you gonna die by the gun I love you
[Hook:]
When I'm dead and gone, when I'm dead and gone
The way this world is going it won't be to long
I'm on my way home

[Li'l Fame]
Say what, say what, say what?
[both]
I'm packin blue steel [x3]
[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 [x3]
[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 [x3]
[Billy Danzenie]
Say what, say what, say what?
[both]

[Chorus x2: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas
Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)
Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em
Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)
[Lil' Fame]
Live from the underworld
It's Fizzy Womack ten bitch
And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin
Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast
Cuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya ass
Hold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain
That stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave)
I try ta (when I spit) I got 'em (best believe)
I shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom
You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea
Home skillet, you way outta my past
It's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass
7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga
Fuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga
Watch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style
Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!}
[Chorus x2]
[Billy Danze]
Say it (Brownsville) say it again nigga (Brownsvillllllle)
To the motherfuckin end nigga
I'm a street roller, heat holder
Complete soldier -- repeat soldier
William will hop out of a stolen ova
And slump ya ass over
I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder
Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder
I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept
You motherfuckers better watch ya step
(Debt) It's danger when fuckin wit a nickel-plated soldier
Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)
I leave your inner body outta place
Have you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face
You niggas want war, keep it like that
We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Fame]
I never been afraid to ride
I ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die
Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this
I'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout)
Catch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale
(Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout)
I told you about fuckin wit mine, game over
[Billy Danze]
Flatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time
Don't ever try to come at mine
You never know what scheme I'm on
Until the beam come on
You know what team I'm on
From the homicidal side of town
Now, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up
(Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill
You motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)

[lil fame]
Take minks off! take things off!
Take chains off! take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, fame came off!
[ante up!] everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want? your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]
[billy danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
[that shit will send you to your grave] so?!
You think i don't know that? [blow!]
Nigga hold that! [blow!] nigga hold that! [blow!] nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil
[chorus: m.o.p.]
Ante up! yap that fool!
Ante up! kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them god damn diamonds! huh!
Ante up! oh! yap that fool! oh!
Ante up! oh! kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (zap him!) yap him! (zap him!)
[lil' fame]
Them thugs you know, aint friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante up! yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that cristal money
[billy danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty i ain't playin
It's flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante up! nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before i pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!
[chorus] w/ variations
[lil' fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the l-i l-f a-m, [m!] e, [e!]
[billy danze]
Yeah nigga danze, gave you a chance
Cuz i blazed your man, i'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
[so?] fuck you your honor! check my persona!
I'm strong enough for old gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what i wanna, quiet as kept
[raise hell!] til i was tired of stress, yes lord!
[chorus] w/ variations
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha, what
First family, first family...
Brooklyn...