M.O.P. Filmography

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

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child - M.O.P.
• What The Future Holds - M.O.P.
• World Famous - M.O.P.
• Welcome To Brownsville - M.O.P.
• WAY OF THE WORLD - M.O.P.
• Warriorz - M.O.P.
• Ride - M.O.P.
• Stick To Ya Gunz - M.O.P.
• Roll Call - M.O.P.
• Ring Ding - M.O.P.
• Rugged Neva Smooth - M.O.P.
• Power - M.O.P.
• Salute Part II - M.O.P.
• Ride With Us - M.O.P.
• Operation Lockdown - M.O.P.
• On the Front Line - M.O.P.
• Ante Up (Robbing Hoodz Theory) - M.O.P.
• Anticipation - M.O.P.
• New York Salute - M.O.P.
• New Jack City - M.O.P.
• My Kinda Nigga Part II - M.O.P.
• O.C.M.O.P. - M.O.P.
• Move Something - M.O.P.
• My Nigga Hillfigga - M.O.P.
• 4 Alarm Blaze - M.O.P.
• Handle UR Bizness - M.O.P.
• Firing Squad - M.O.P.
• Facing Off - M.O.P.
• Face Off - M.O.P.
• Drama Lord - M.O.P.
• Downtown Swinga 96 - M.O.P.
• Heistmasters - M.O.P.
• Guns N Roses - M.O.P.
• Follow Instructions - M.O.P.
• F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas) - M.O.P.
• Down 4 Whateva - M.O.P.
• Home Sweet Home - M.O.P.
• G Building - M.O.P.
• Everyday - M.O.P.
• I Luv - M.O.P.
• How About Some Hardcore - M.O.P.
• Downtown Swinga '98 - M.O.P.
• Cold As Ice - M.O.P.
• Cold World - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild - M.O.P.
• Brownsville - M.O.P.
• Breakin' The Rules - M.O.P.
• Blood Sweat and Tears - 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.
• Stand Up - M.O.P.
• Stand Clear - M.O.P.
• Sharks In The Water - M.O.P.
• What I Wanna Be - M.O.P.
• Wanna Be G's - M.O.P.
• Take A Minute - M.O.P.
• Suicide - M.O.P.
• Top of the Line - M.O.P.
• Stress Ya'll - M.O.P.
• Street Life - M.O.P.
• Robbin' Hoodz - M.O.P.
• Riding Through - M.O.P.
• Rugged Neva Smoove - M.O.P.
• Raise Hell - M.O.P.
• Put It In The Air - M.O.P.
• Party Like a Rockstar - M.O.P.
• Pain - M.O.P.
• Instigator - M.O.P.
• Pop Shots Remix - M.O.P.
• Old Timerz - M.O.P.
• It's Hard To Tell - M.O.P.
• Muddy Waters - M.O.P.
• It's That Simple - M.O.P.
• Hip Hop Cops - 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.
• I'm A Brownsvillian - 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.
• Blow The Horns - M.O.P.
• Crazy - M.O.P.
• Conquerors - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn-jersey Get Wild - M.O.P.
• Brooklyn - 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

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

"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!

[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

[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

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

[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

(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

[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

";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*

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

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!

{*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!

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

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

[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]

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"

"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!

"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*

[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]

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 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

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

[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

[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

[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!

[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

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

[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

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!!)

[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.

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

[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

[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")

"(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.

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

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

[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

[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...

[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]