1.Crimetime 1-718
2.Rugged Neva Smooth
(4x)
It's the mash out posse
Rugged neva smooth
M fuckin o fuckin p on the move
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
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-
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-
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
3.Ring Ding
{＊chorus＊}
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
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＊}
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..
.. 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
Goin out in a blaze, yeah
4.Heistmasters
{please don't shoot me mayn}
{there go the safe!}
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
Somebody comin in on the side
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
And now you got what you want, so let's get out of here
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
I'ma make a right here
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
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
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs
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}
5.Blue Steel
Say what, say what, say what？
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
Plow! i'm shootin muthafuckas in the belly
Spread em like jelly, play em like skelly
I'm representin for the real niggas
Fake moves, make moves, you fuck around, i have to kill niggas
I pack a nine that have em wanna box
With a gun or i can knock em out the box with a ox
Niggas gotta pay the piper then
And i know you're mad, cocksucker, because it ain't no type of
wins
Niggas throw rhymes, i throw rhymes back
If niggas wanna throw crime, i throw crimes back
If niggas wanna throw props, i throw props back
Them niggas wanna throw shots, i throw em back and lay em flat
So if you ever think of tryin to get loose
I do your ass like bishop did rahiem in _juice_
Kid, i'm tellin you now you can't afford it
And i bust a nigga ass quick on the mic that's extorted
Crazed, i rock for days on blaze with laze e laze
You niggas get blazed, the fame can't be fazed
Huh, you couldn't make us for a try out, punk, you die out
I wet shit up even when i got the dry mouth
It's time i let em know the deal
Nowadays shit is real, so i'm packin blue steel
Say what, say what, say what？
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
Clack-clack, salute from the ill nigga bill
I represent gunsmoke hill, i'm packin blue steel
I'm comin at you to take your wealth
If i endanger your health that's cause you did that your damn
self
I blow your muthafuckin back out, i keep a ill feelin
I'm wide open like ？john dillon？
When you come, you better be armed, son, see, i works with mine
You know what's happenin to you, it's 'hammer time'
Out the streets a real raw man
I'm top dog, man, i'm your connection with the morgue man
For my peoples i put 2 in your face
(clack-clack) ？？？？？ with some ？？？？？
Cause danzine ain't fakin no jammers
A herb nigga tremor, real niggas ？？？？？？
It's cool to see em bangin for that new school
And all my niggas, they work with they tools
So make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Yo bill, you got the ifth？ (yeah, yeah!)
One in the head？ (yeah, yeah!)
You got the pound？ (yeah, yeah!)
Let's kill em dead
But first i wanna get some, you really gonna diss em
Cause i'ma blast his muthafuckin ass like a ？system？
Yo, if you go we all do, cause you know we all crew
Somebody fuck with me, i know they got to fuck with you too
And cocksucker, you want it
In your next life you're nailed just like the last bitch nigga
that fronted
So if you want beef just set it
Because it don't cost nothin to send your ass to the paramedics
The four-pound'll make em hit the ground
So buck em down (buck em down)
Buck em, buck em, buck em down
Say what, say what, say what？
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
Say what, say what, say what？
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
6.Who Is M.o.p.？
7.To The Death
Ah! check it out, y'all
M.o.p. up in this motherfucker
You niggaz hear？
We're niggaz that stopped sellin drugs to sell records
It's lil' fame
(3x)
To the death!
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!
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
Ah!
(3x)
To the death
Plow! bitch-ass nigga
You niggaz hear
M.o.p. up in this motherfucker
Primetime, nigga
Fuckin with me
8.Big Mal
9.Top Of The Line
Get the fuck out the way
I'm bringin the drama to nuccas i got my foot in the door
Now it's time to tear the hinges off the motherfucker
Yeah, my name is on the map like that
My shit is fat like that, because i put it on dat like dat
This is the best son, there's no suggestion
Is m.o.p. in the motherfuckin house？ (no question!)
Rappers be singin it but don't really be bringin it
M.o.p. is roughnecks and we got nuff techs
Chump, you ain't no threat cause we are the same niggaz
That used to rob you for your fuckin summer youth check
In ninety-two i brought the ruckus
But now in ninety-three (ring ding) ring ding motherfuckers!
(uhh)
I'm blowin up your spot, makin it hot, leavin 'em in a lot
So when you throwin elbows, i'm throwin shots
All my niggaz that's with me (get your maskes out)
And if i really want drama (your ass is out)
Come with it, m.o.p. is undefeated
And you better wear your vest muh'fucker you gon' need it
I bu-bu-break 'em down, get up (whattup nigga？)
I got 'em all from the 'ville ready to pull the trigger
It's the l-i, l-f, a-m-e
(b-i-l-l-y, d-a-n-z-e)
M.o.p., tellin all herbs the time
(it's the mash out posse) yeah, top of the line
Top of the line (yeah nigga) rugged never smooth
(m) fuckin (o) fuckin (p) on the move..
.. billy danzeini will rock well
Fatter than a fat bitch and madder than all hell
Aight potnah？ bitch nigga, shotgun
Blaow! ya little punk motherfucker
Don't underestimate, the style of the great
You brothers that waited so long no longer have to wait
(yeah) never reject me, my home team protect me
Laze hit me with blaze and silver d select me
Herbs been flowin with wack tracks for years
They don't scare the fierce you niggaz can't compare
So where we at？ (we up in this) where？
(we up in this) yeah! (so let them niggaz know we in here)
Billy danzeini shippin you home
With two in your dome, you herbs can't get a bone
I'm affiliate with motherfuckers way in rome
And check it right, i call a meetin, somebody cheatin
You niggaz that thought it was somethin sweet, i caught you
sleepin
Get stupid if you want static, and we'll go at it
Cross me, and that'll force me to let you have it
Herbs be frontin like they got somethin
Back it up, motherfucker cause danzeini will got at'cha um..
Top of the line!
10.This Is Your Brain
11.Drama Lord
Drama lord
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
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
Niggas can't stand the reign of lil' fame, the drama lord
12.F.a.g.(Fake Ass Gangstas)
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)
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
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
13.How About Some Hardcore
How about some hardcore？
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore？
(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'
How about some hardcore？
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore？
(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!)
How about some hardcore？
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
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
How about some hardcore？
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
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
Knowmsayin？
Li'l fame up in this muthafucka
Givin shoutouts to my man d／r period
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
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
Aka o.g. bu-bang
Yo, i wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin m.o.p.
boyyeee
14.Positive Influences
15.Guns N Roses
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!
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 (？)
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
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
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
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