1.Premier Intro
2.Welcome To Brownsville
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
Aha
City all
Yeah (oww)
4 life
Life, uh
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
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
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
Let 'em know who's real son
This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
M.o.p. first fam, slip the clippin' right
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
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
Hahahaha
Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)
Hahahaha (shhhhhhhhhhhh)
Hahaha
Nigga! (ow!)
3.Everyday
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？
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!
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)
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!
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.
Brooklyn, uhh, l.i., yeah
4.Ante Up(Robbing-Hoodz Theory)
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Take minks off! take things off!
Take chains off! take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, fame came off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want？ your life or your jewels？
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil
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!)
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
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty i ain't playin
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!
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
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
I'm strong enough for old gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what i wanna, quiet as kept
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!
5.Face Off
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!
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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
Motherfucker!
6.Warriorz
Yeah!! (ooh shit!)
You know who the fuck this is？
It's the hardest, spittin'...
M.o.p.
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!
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
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!
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!)
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
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!
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
Have i told you..
7.G Building
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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
Now who the lame that wan' tango with lil fame
Step in the ring and i'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
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
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!!
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
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
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
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
Hook
8.Old Timerz
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
This is for them cats from way, way back
When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match (damn)
Y'all look good in them sheep skins
Make noise in the middle of the street all week
Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a
man
Can't be fuckin up them sneakers while you at ya jam
Get up on the speakers and your b-boy stand
I remember the beemer, i remember the cadillac
I remember the seat broke back
I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat
Uncle, i remember all that
When the main reason for squeezin was to let 'em know your got
one
Pop shots at the party to see niggas run
When the 38 long, was the worst biggest gun
You niggas had a lotta fun
I used to them lean (lean) hard as fuck
Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck
Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin the block
In them 98 oldsmobile wit the rag top
Try to look these in your bvd
In the wind, wit ya kangols, puma's and lee's
Used to drink private stock, millers and old gold
Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold
Oh (oh) dirty 38's was the tool that'll bless you
(saturday night special)
O.g. niggas, god damn i miss 'em
Pumpin run-d.m.c. thru the goose neck system
It don't matter, up or down hill nigga
Nobody whoop ya ass like a brownsville nigga
If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow
This is m.o.p., shout to your isle, for the love
Back in the days, back in the days
I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school
Back in the days, back in the days
I really want to take it back to the way things used to be
9.On The Front Line
Aight motherfucker.. primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!
Sssssss..
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
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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+
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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
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!
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10.Nig-gotiate
{＊whispered＊} come on!
Can't stop, won't stop! can't stop, won't stop!
Can't stop, won't stop! can't stop, don't stop!
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？!
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
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
(m) blast (o) blast (p) on the move!
11.Follow Instructions
{＊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!'}
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.
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.
Hahahahaha, nigga! nigga!
Hahahahaha..
12.Calm Down
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!!!)
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？
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
Calm down! (get back!)
Calm, down! (get, back!)
To bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm
So; calm down! (get back!)
Calm, down! (get, back!)
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
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
Calm down! (get back!)
Calm, down! (get, back!)
To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm
So; calm down! (get back!)
Calm, down! (get, back!)
13.Power
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
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
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
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
14.Home Sweet Home
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)
Home sweet home
Clack clack salute salute i'm never alone!!
Brooklyn - send em back home!
Brooklyn - send em back home where you at？
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)
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
15.Background Niggaz
[chorus 2x：lil' fame (billy danze)
It's them background niggaz, back down niggas
Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)
Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em
Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)
Live from the underworld
It's fizzy womack ten bitch
And i ain't yappin, i'm clappin
Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore i blast
Cuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya ass
Hold that, (down) it's the invisible brownsvillain
That stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave)
I try ta (when i spit) i got 'em (best believe)
I shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom
You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea
Home skillet, you way outta my past
It's 7：25 and i'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass
7：30 in the face, crazy ass nigga
Fuck money, i want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga
Watch the guns cock, pop, brooklyn style
Bucka (bucka) bu-bucka (bu-bucka) bucka (bucka) {blaow!}
Say it (brownsville) say it again nigga (brownsvillllllle)
To the motherfuckin end nigga
I'm a street roller, heat holder
Complete soldier -- repeat soldier
William will hop out of a stolen ova
And slump ya ass over
I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder
Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder
I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept
You motherfuckers better watch ya step
(debt) it's danger when fuckin wit a nickel-plated soldier
Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)
I leave your inner body outta place
Have you right in front of the tunnel wit holes in your face
You niggas want war, keep it like that
We will make it uglier then sin when my empire strikes back
I never been afraid to ride
I ain't afraid to live, so you know i ain't afraid to die
Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this
I'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout)
Catch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale
(blackout) two more times (blackout, blackout)
I told you about fuckin wit mine, game over
Flatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time
Don't ever try to come at mine
You never know what scheme i'm on
Until the beam come on
You know what team i'm on
From the homicidal side of town
Now, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up
(clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill
You motherfuckers better respect the 'ville (kill, kill...)
16.Cold As Ice
＊ 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..'
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'}
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
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
{'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'}
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
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!
{'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'}
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!
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
{'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'}
{'you're as cold as ice', 'you're willing to sacrifice'}
17.Operation Lockdown
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.'
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
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!
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
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!
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
'.. their lead vocalist was to become a legend.'
18.Roll Call
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
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 my backwood to brown face and start clippin
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, ss thousand, 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
Yo, what if i leave you, will 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)
Hellerin 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
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
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
19.Foundation
Uh...
Uh...
C'mon! uh!
Firing squad nigga!
Yeah!
You see it...
First family...
First family, c'mon...
Every night i sit and bask in the memories of frank and
Sayin to myself what the hell was he thinkin
Usage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin
Had my old man sinkin
Now you never seen the danze cry
But the day that man died
My life came crumblin down like a landslide
Damn pride, now i'm in the zone
Wonderin how long before me and my moms would be alone
I remember what he said
Layin on his deathbed, rubbin his shiny bald head
Respect your sister, don't follow your brothers
He told me he believed in me
And he has given me
The strength to be as strong as i need to be
That's when i realized he was leavin me
It wasn't just my heart or my eyes deceivin me
At the age of fourteen
It was more than just a goal or dream
To take care of my queen
It's my turn to stand firm as i could stand
My father was a good man
Hook 2x w／ lil fame
For the foundation
We have suffered ＊blood, sweat and tears＊
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in any situation
Now, you are the last generation
I was introduced to shootouts, winos
Dope fiends, 5-0
Gamblers, scramblers, pan handlers
Murderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545
The building, raised as a young nigga
With thug niggas
Held down drugs for love niggas
Drug dealers bang out, gun shots rang out
Besides that ez house, was the hang out
Niggas stole cars, and made the spot hot
Cuz we parked 'em on the block
Like we copped 'em off the lot
Can't forget the older soldiers, sputnion
Man mad poppin b, say marce' saratoga!
Motherfuckers knew the block that was poppin them guns
They was like the first niggas in the hood wit m-1's
Some niggas got beat up, them niggas tore the street up
Retaliation, niggas shootin for dead
They fucked around and mommy got hit in the leg
Same night, niggas out to get somethin
Malik ran up inside they spot, and hit somethin
I learned the game, stay concerned
So no matter how the world turn i'ma stand firm
Representin where i was born and where i was raised
Brownsville! still goin out in a blaze
Hook 2x w／ danze
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