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On Tour (Intro)
00:55
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Ooh.. yeah..
Come on! Ooh..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah..
[ Lil' Fame ]
Why y'all niggas insist to fuck with Lil' Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you
I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me
Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ]
Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
The hand full of niggas that I came with
I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you ever caught me slipping
You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing'
Before you cats and you ass get deleted
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga
[ Billy Danze ]
Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that
(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard
So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
With holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back
Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking with now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
[ Lil' Fame ]
It's an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit
It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit
I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone'
In this full blown (blown), bitch
M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus
And we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers
[ Billy Danze ]
Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out
Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum)
Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this streetgame is going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old days
We all blaze, we all study criminal ways
[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
Nigga!
...
Nigga!
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[Intro]
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
[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
[Hook]
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!
[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 place em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And I'd rather be judged 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, niggas on the run
Get props from top notch niggas that ill bill, stick to they guns
[Hook x2]
[Kool G. Rap]
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggas 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 niggas that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggas 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
Niggas better stick to they guns
[Hook x2]
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[Intro: Foreigner]
Cold... as... ice... (You know that you are)
Cold... as... ice... (You're cold as ice to me)
Cold... as... ice... (Ohh shit!!)
[Hook]
You're as cold as ice
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
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice
[Billy Danze]
I'd like to welcome mothafuckas to the back
Of the mind of Bill, see I'm for real
When delivering these M.O.P. tactics
I'll bury you bastards, I custom make caskets
The B.G. (Doja 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 mothafuckas understand
[Lil' Fame]
Pardon me! How the fuck you gon' start with me?
I'm a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me
You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit
Niggas 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 your ass out
Dump and air your ass out, chump, we cold
[Hook]
You're as cold as ice
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
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice
[Billy Danze]
A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes
One of the fastest at blasting flashes (Berk)
You seen my work, you know my steez
It's a slim chance that I'mma hesitate to squeeze, please
Money never made me, money never played me (No!!)
And Money bet' not make me wack his ass
Subtract his ass when I step through his hood
Fuck dropping you, I'm into stopping you for good
[Lil' Fame]
Stop him if you could (You're as cold as ice)
And you'll be, stiff as a log in a suit looking nice
You's 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
[Hook]
You're as cold as ice
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
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice
[Lil' Fame]
Yo, I terrorize guys (Exercise!)
Street formula, our hip hop shows, cause pandemonium
Shit, I ain't concerned 'til 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 'em!)
[Billy Danze]
Even ballistics won't be able to tell
How the fo'-fo' ragged 'em
Dragged 'em, halfway down the block, now you know
Where a nigga go when a nigga close up a nigga shop
(You're as cold as ice) Fuck you!
Tell me something new, on behalf of the First Family staff
And homicide crews in control
Real niggas won't fold, I told you we were cold
[Hook]
You're as cold as ice
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
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice
You're as cold
You're willing
You're as cold
To sacrifice
You're as cold
To sacrifice
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice
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Anger (Interlude)
00:53
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[Intro:]
God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla
God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla
God-zilla, zilla, zilla, zilla
[Bridge:]
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
D-G-Z, M-O-P
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Let’s go
[Chorus:]
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla (Uh, yeah)
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla (Y’all ready?)
[Verse 1: Apathy]
It's a highway to hell breakin' outta my cell
With the smell of gunpowder like a shotgun shell
The spell's spoken; I've awoken, crawlin' out from the ocean
Breathe fire approachin' you in a violent motion
Tried to kill the monster in me with a vial of potion
Devil went down to Georgia with his violin smokin'
Soakin' up the radiation, growin' eighty feet tall
Spike a fighter jet to the ground like a beach ball
Throw your body up in the sky, let it freefall
My freestyles hit your heart harder than speedballs
The bald eagle's all evil, watch what they teach y'all
The small people, called feeble, might just eat y'all
I'm Godzilla, vanilla gorilla, still a scary villain
Who carry weapons to kill and bury military
Fighter pilots start ejectin' from jets
When I eat up cassette decks like a pet T-rex
[Chorus:]
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Somebody tell the President to wake up
It looks like there's a monster with my genetic makeup (ah)
I think a meteor was orbitin' Florida
Crash-landed through my door
And then I started absorbin' the sorta force
That would send a Transformer to the coroner (what)
To Earth I'm a foreigner (yeah), disperse their coordinates (uh)
'Til my missiles show up, you show up dead
I'll send you to a sleepover, on a blow-up bed (haha)
Look at me and you starin' at evil
Pity the fool; push him in a kiddie pool of used heroin needles (ah)
Holdin' two Tommy's I survived the Tsunami on a surf board (huh,huh,huh…)
Y'all scared to fight even if it's with Nerf swords
All these pussy motherfuckers been shook since
They started pullin' skeletons of rappers out my footprints (damn)
And four minutes later...
You got a forty-four floor story Florida Gator scalin' a skyscraper
[Chorus:]
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
[Verse 3: Lil Fame and Billy Danze]
No sleep till Brooklyn
Goddamn that boy beastie, my flow's too tough for T.V. (Gun Boy, fuck yeah)
I'm the buildin' but it's vacant, see I ain't got it all upstairs (It's in my [?])
Y'all need bodyguards I need none
Squeeze the juice out a rapper like a Capri Sun
Fucker, its Brownsville home of the blocka-blocka
Talkin' OG nigga, chop shot-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Click, reload, then I'm ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka
Bros before hoes here, share these hoes with 'em
You decided to ride, come out the Ford wit 'em
Out the sunroof, woof go get 'em
I show you rap cats real battle rap, this is harder
We the hardest and we rattle rats, battle that
I'm where the trouble at, bring a couple stacks
Goin' 'nanas, leave a mess where your Nana tatted at
[Chorus:]
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
Demigod killers
We stomp rappers like Godzilla, Godzilla
[Outro:]
Zilla, Zilla, Zilla, Zilla, Zilla, Zilla
God, God, God, God, God
God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla
God-zilla, God-zilla, God-zilla...
[Sample:]
"These monsters cannot be stopped."
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[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!
(Ante Up!) Everything off!
Fool what you want? We stifling fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules: (back 'em down) next thing: (pat 'em down)
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound!) now, (now!)
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
(That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?
You think I don't know that? (BLAOW!) Nigga hold that!
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLAOW!) Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill
[Chorus]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
Get up off them god damn diamonds!
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him!
Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons coming up outta the cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! (Yap that fool!)
You want big money, kidnap that fool
If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas saying?)
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playing
It's flash that thang time, (Bang!) bang time
(Ante Up!) Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, kick over the chain
Gimme the fucking watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playing these childish games with me
Representing 1-718 dangerously, nigga
[Chorus]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
Get up off them god damn diamonds!
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him!
Yap him! Yap him! Zap him!
[Verse 5: Lil' Fame]
I'm a street regulator, true player hater
Get back down make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater
Things that we need; money, clothes, weed
Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holding the heat
Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I-L F A-M-E
[Verse 6: Billy Danze]
Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
'Cause I blast a man I'm in the wrong?
He said he was strong, I had reason to
Believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?)
Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona
I’m strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana
I'mma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
(Raise hell!) Till I'm expired and stretched, yes lord
[Chorus]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
Go and get them god damn diamonds!
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
Get him! Get him! Get him! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!
Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!
[Outro]
Hahahahahahaha...
Nigga!
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First Family... First Family... First Family...
Motherfuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Yeah!
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[Intro:]
Hahaha
Yeah, hear me though
Yeah
You see it
Say what ?
You see it, bang your head against the wall
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
[Lil Fame]
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But ain't, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That Kool Moe Dee 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, send your whole family (to go out 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!
Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin, we still blazin
Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy
HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin
MASHIN!!
[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [what's that?]
They don't want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon' tame me
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
'99 is my time to shine, that's that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]
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!!
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Wise Werdz (Skit)
00:28
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[Hook] {x2}
It's still gun hold nigga
(Firing Squad!)
From the 'Ville let 'em know nigga
(M.O.P.!)
Raise hell at a show nigga
(Nigga, First Family!)
Fo' sho', there you go nigga
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Lift up your metal and a man's honor
Let it go (GNONK!)
Let it go (GNONK GNONK!)
Let 'em know (GNONK!)
About to go so lead to parol
Raised and blazed hammers with a razor choke hold
The day this rap thing fade
I will remember how the game is played
And go and get it when I want it
My whole staff is considered the outcast
So disgusted and pissed off we blast son mad
(Of course!) We'll remember street life till it's our time
Be a shadow in the street light, like power lines
You will always find me where ever my kind be
My premonition is designed to remind me
(Stay true to the game!)
That's right (What's your name?!)
Bill with duel exhaust pipes and an intention to kill
(So chill!) Relax, take two steps back
Remember that
The man will put holes under your fitted hat
[Hook]
[Verse Two: Lil Fame]
Ayo fuck this (FUCK DAT!)
Fuck clips (FUCK GATS!)
Fuck beats (FUCK RAP!)
Fuck clips (FUCK GATS!)
Kill me nigga
Grill me nigga
(First Family!)
Sincerely nigga
(Yours!)
It's Berk Dawg and Lil' Fizzy
From B.K. pa where we still bang Biggie
Hit the streets with the toaster
You can't miss Fame I'm in your hood like a Malcolm X poster
Chilling, hanging, shit banging, doing my thang and
Downtown Swinging
Ain't shit changing
Nigga we the reason the rappers with ice on tuck chains in
(YES!)
The B.Ville rebel
Without a cause it's on in my ghetto
Where we walk you see dark clouds and hear thunder
(M.O.P.) From a land down under
[Hook] {x2}
It's still gun hold nigga
(Firing Squad!)
From the 'Ville let 'em know nigga
(M.O.P.!)
Raise hell at a show nigga
(Nigga, First Family!)
Fo' sho', there you go nigga
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[Hook x2]
It's the world's famous MOP, Firing Squad
It's home team in the motherfucking house
No question
[Verse 1]
It's the world's famous MOP doing our thing
Recruiting and saluting real niggas like Boo Bang
Billy Danze, hard to notice when I'm mellow
Making moves smoother than Jimmy Fingers in Goodfellow
Never gassed to do
What I have to do
Splashing you, blasting you
Taking your stash from you
Internat-ional, bell ringa ruckus bringa
Downtown Swinga, exercising my index finga
Saying 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 niggas from the field you'll be facing
Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how you like us now?
Bluckka, bluckka, b-bluckka, b-bluckka, bluckka, bloaoow!
[Hook x2]
It's the world's famous MOP, Firing Squad
It's home team in the motherfucking house
No question
[Verse 2]
Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give
Villains Vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt
The M. O. P still banging
What's strange ain't nothing 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
Getting blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in
I'm outspoken
Niggas language is broken
Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promoting
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'mma blow up the East when we release the bomb
[Hook x4]
It's the world's famous MOP, Firing Squad
It's home team in the motherfucking house
No question
[Verse 3]
Same niggas 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 fucking ground move
Representing and it ain't playing War Games
With nothing to lose
I put him on snooze and blow out his brains
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'mma 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
[Hook x4]
It's the world's famous MOP, Firing Squad
It's home team in the motherfucking house
No question
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[Intro: Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed
Motherfucker
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now (What you want now)
What you want now (What you want now)
What you want now (What you want now)
What you want now
What you want want want want want want buck, buck
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Ante up, no cut that fool
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggas'll gun your ass down, stop it
You fronting like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass
My niggas think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains running along-side it
See motherfucker we don't play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
You little costume niggas, Romper-Room niggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
We taking your whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too
[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute ho, take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730
Rock a ski-mask whether it's June or February
I take your show money, take your 'dro money
Yo, yap that fool cause I don't know money
For my peeps that hate slow money, I put em in the industry
So they can come and take all your money
Wish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that
Bitch run that, bitch run that
So keep acting like you don't know where the funds at
And I'mma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
Ante up, yo yap that bitch
She try to spaz out then smack that bitch
Ho you don't be rhyming, you still memorizing
Remy want them goddamn diamonds
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
Get up off them goddamn diamonds
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)
[Verse 3: Teflon]
(Ante up, yap that fool)
Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels
(Ante up) what, my whole family nuts
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt
For what? For tryin to tuck the necklace
I'm young hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist
[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]
(Ante up) Show no mercy
B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin the game
Motherfucker you're lame and your chain hollow
Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech
Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen, it's Lil' Fame right
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
[Verse 5: Billy Danze]
Hey yo I'm firing outta coppertop city with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fiya!
Eat deep dirt nigga, it's Berk'
I put in work until it hurt nigga step
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leaking
I'mma bang til the springs in this thang start squeaking
Die cocksucker, boom bap, boom bap
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
Get up off them goddamn diamonds
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)
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Uh-huh
We wolves baby, we wolves
[Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha]
A full moon make my blood curl
Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld
Savage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streets
And work for least, fuck peace, go to war with police
Some call priest, there's a demon in ya hood schemin
Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin
Aimed at your BM
The sound of the Glock sound like riots in Watts
I point a Ruger at'cha crew and give you somethin to watch
D.T.'s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots
In broad day until the first one lay when he pop
And if I pull and you pull
The one to get it worst be the last to burst
ICU status, with the phattest nurse
Gat holders tucking them burners, with the fat pollers concealed
But quickly leave a veal through your widow's shield
Reckless, connect like a Nexus, for your necklace is on
Formin like Voltron and bomb
Chorus:
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] If you tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] All my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
And let the wolves out! (What!)
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
Let the wolves out!
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why's that)
I was put on a part of the earth where the turf
Is rugged neva smoove
(What have you got to lose!)
Not a damn thing
That's why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling"
How do I survive? I strap up all my heat
I get out on the beat, I find a way to eat
See William never sleep, you think it's somethin sweet
And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo' ass up off your feet
Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain
Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name
The system has been aimed
For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame
What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame
How 'bout if I spit 41 at you and end the game
ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant
Who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH!
Chorus:
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] If you tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] All my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
And let the wolves out! (What!)
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
Let the wolves out!
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH!
Show 'em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH!
All I need is my niggas, my guns and, my CD's
And I'mma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D
The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT
Goons be holdin 'em but fuck it
We lay 'em down like linoleum
GHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight on
The pop'll pop off, that's how we do in Brooknam
Let the wolves out! Huh, all day
For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways
Get'cha money mister (mister) it's a (it's a) new day
Don't be street illiterate, cuz you could get it two ways
Behind bars, or six feet deep
So be careful who you fuckin wit
Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That's the truth
It's the B'Ville, deranged, gun poppers, salute!
Chorus:
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] If you tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] All my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
And let the wolves out! (What!)
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
Let the wolves out!
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[Intro: Jay-Z]
Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc
M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss
Most unstoppable record label on the planet
(Get the fuck up nigga) R.O.C., The Dynasty
Yessssss
[Lil' Fame]
It's the M.O.P. "Calm Down" First La Familia
Bang it out with the R.O.Cafe
Air La Familia - get famil-iar
Pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown
We are, beyond, phenomenon, from Brook-Nam
First n***az to make hip-hop her-on
Like a song featuring 'Pac, Biggie and The Pope
But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope
Baby pah, I am the two-thousand and Dre say
CRAZY, baby Malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay
She came you faggots (send 'em out)
with a semi, and loop to 'matic like, FOOM
Then hop in the truck
like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
It's the First Fam, laugh at y'all n***a, home peace
[Memphis Bleek]
And I'm thee, M-E, fresh out of the start
M-B 'til I dizzie, high when I re-side
I pop, pop, pop; nigga go against the Roc
I'll make his heartbeat stop
Them from Saratoga, me from Far Rockaway
Moved up in Marcy but never put the glock away
I reps, my, set
sh** I'm no Blood or Cuz, I make cuz lose blood
Talk anything, I pop it fast
Talk about clothes I done popped some tags
Talk about dram', I done popped the gat
You can talk about hoes I done popped them pads
Like G to get up in it, let my niggaz live a minute
Let you niggaz breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute
Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this bitch
No peace talk nigga, it's on in this bitch
[Beanie Sigel]
Well it's the S, T, A-T-E
P-R-O-P, E-R
T, Y, State Property nigga
We knockin n***a, ain't no stoppin nigga
First a S.P. flick then the S.P. stitched it
Must admit, since a playpen gifted
And ain't no tellin what the car tune net gross
You characters like Cartoon Network
nigga what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob
Go get your sets dripped cause son dry
nigga get your crumb snatched, I ain't dumb keep the M-1
with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung 'laxed
Yes Crack, the official sh** is back
Who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a Mac
like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street
like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat
[Billy Danze]
Uhh! Beans, give me that thang, shit is lookin strange
These young motherf**ers think it's a game
(Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold shit
that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em
Now that's wha**up; I don't give a fuck
about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville
where we fire, fire, fire
With intention to kill and burn down yo' entire empire f'real
The word on the street, you're sweet
The toughest shit in your ruggedest song is the beat
You irrelevant ass nigga
You pro-fessional, bi-sexual, dilettante ass nigga
(Get ready to blast nigga) If not, take flight
Say M.O., think O, and get it right
Cause when the "Warriorz" come through, you're low
See me B-I-double-L-Y D-A-N-Z-ini I'm gone
[Jay-Z: repeat 2X]
It's the R-O-C Cafe, y'knahmean?
M.O.P., Billy Danze, you slept, y'knahmean?
Memph Bleek, Young and Mack, y'knahmean?
Get back, y'knahmean? Get clapped, y'knahmean?
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Crack! Young! Gunz! Geah!
(And the question is) {That's it that's all}
You gotta love it
(What exactly) It's the O.G.
(Did you n***az expect?) Young
Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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Yeah, Firing Squad, comin at you
Question
[Hook 2X: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
We pulled up on the scene (mean) jumped off the Ninjas
Stepped through the door and tore the shit off the hinges
(SURRENDER!) Listen here, live niggas stand up
(THROW YO' HANDS UP, klak klak) keep 'em there
(IT'S A SHOWDOWN) MC's get they caps twist
Fuckin with this, lyricist, that rap with the lisp
I'm only five feet, and about six inches
But I'm still the first to burst the first nigga that flinches
Manslaughter rappers by the alphabet (I'M OUT TO GET)
A million plus, let my guns bust (THEN I'm OUT THIS SHIT)
Write editorial, killin 'em dead
Throwin these lyrical doe blows to the head that slaughter you
It's the bell-ringin, gun-slingin, "Downtown Swingin"
Brownsville slugger ex-mugger, for ya nucca
So come correctly when testin this
Memories of my enemies rest in piss
[Hook] - Tef instead of Fame
[Verse Two: Teflon]
Uhh, uhh
I hit the public with a freestyle, rock them, left my mark
Staked my claim up in this here game, Fame gave me the start
Gettin hype yo, put it in nitro, goin psycho on the low
A lot of y'all niggas predicted that I might blow
Whoever heard of me know I give tracks, 3rd degree burns
Give me a turn to earn mine, hurt 'em internally
Acapella, to keep it locked forever for this cheese
Now Jay-Z what if they don't freeze, then I'mma Roc-A-Fella
To all my lil' G's holdin steel on parole
Who won't give a fuck, who smoke trees and take golden seals
Who hold the 'Ville down, Home Team keep my chrome clean
Catch me out there blowin for the cream (that's right)
Never fold, some say I'm a role model behind the scenes
All I want is the cream, a warm pussy and a cold bottle
Y'all know my motto, bring it at them for the platinum
Keep a tight ass, Danze, bring in the anthem
[Hook] - Danze instead of Tef
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
Yo here we go again! (Here we go again) Ain't nuttin happenin
Son (son) we just rappin to be rappin
Hardcore is what we know, it's our life and our music
We put it on wax, and the mainstream refuse it
{? don't use it) to glamourfy the rest
While we, the First Family is livin with stress
We've been blessed, with infrared, to see through you
My people got talent, that's un-believe-able
(But still) they won't give us no leeway
So we DECIDE to RIDE the M.O.P. way
Dominatin (uhh) regulatin (yeahh)
Non move fakin (yeahh) I'm talkin rapid record breakin (c'mon)
You come across town from cute, and you'll find Bill
In the 'Ville where it feels like Beirut
SALUTE! Remember I'll dismember your legs
The Firing Squad member need bread...
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Brownsville (Outro)
01:42
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