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.

[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