M.O.P. [Rap]

ACTIVE:	1990s -
FORMED:	1992년 / 미국,Brownsville, Brooklyn
DEBUT:	1994년 / 앨범 'To The Death'
STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
A.K.A.:	The Marxmen
MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/126055

MAJOR ALBUMS
all (33) | regular (5) | best (1) | omnibus (27) | va (4)

Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God (The Deluxe Edition, 2020, Empire/KDM)	M.O.P. - Foundation (2009, Koch)	M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006, Koch)	P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005, Bad Boy)	M.O.P. - 10 Years And Gunnin' [compilation] (2003, Columbia)
Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002, Roc-A-Fella)	M.O.P. - Firing Squad (2001, Epic)	M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000, Epic)	M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999, Relativity)	다영글 - 불패의 전사들 (1991)

MAJOR SONGS

U Don't Know (Remix / Explicit)

featuring M.O.P.

Jay-Z

4:27

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP(Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards
To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in
cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on
purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
Let's get it!

Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP(Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards
To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in 
cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on 
purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
Let's get it!

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Life Is Good

featuring M.O.P.

Lyte Funkie Ones

4:05

from Lyte Funkie Ones - Life Is Good (2001)

W.O.L.V.E.S.

featuring M.O.P.

Krumbsnatcha

3:58

from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)

Jazz Thing

featuring M.O.P.

Gang Starr

4:43

from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)

"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago"
"Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday"
*HORNS*
*drum roll* *piano keys played*
*HORNS*
"Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns*
"The music called jazz.." -) Guru
*HORNS*

[Guru]
It's roots are in the sounds of the African
or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again
From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
and continue to grow
Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo
Now dig the story and follow
For then it landed, on American soil
Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears
Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds
of a jazz thing

King Oliver's group was a train comin through
to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove
And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew
Basil Street blues was the whole house tune
it was music.. great to dance to
Great to romance to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, revealing the essence
of a jazz thing

* DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" *

In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a beat could be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or anthropology
and even ?, and this is real history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk
No mistakes were made with the notes he played
His conception, was ?re condite?
A star glowing bright among dim lights
The critics did cite that he sounded alright
Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all over the place
and Max Roach, cymbals socking
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring.. the metaphysics
of a jazz thing

John Coltrane, a man supreme
He was the cream.. he was the wise one
The impression of Afro Blue
and of the promise, that was not kept
He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman
He was another soul man
The original invisible, playing great music
I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it
Now listen see
The real mystery is how music history
created by white men or any other white man
that pretended he originated "uh-huh.."
and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.."
a jazz thing
("Of course we know who can really blow")
Scheamin on the meaning
of a jazz thing

And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled
by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed
Cause when Betty Carter sings a song
ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music
And you won't refuse it
She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme
Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone
with a big old tone, recitin poems
with notes as words, and haven't you heard
NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO
Now there's young cats blowin
And more and more people, yes they will be knowin
Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last
and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold
The 90's, will be the decade of
a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X)

* Primo scratches "I love jazz music" *

A jazz thing..

[Guru]
It's roots are in the sounds of the African
or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again
From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
and continue to grow
Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo
Now dig the story and follow
For then it landed, on American soil
Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears
Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds
of a jazz thing

King Oliver's group was a train comin through
to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove
And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew
Basil Street blues was the whole house tune
it was music.. great to dance to
Great to romance to with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, revealing the essence
of a jazz thing

* DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" *

In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin the word
Defining how a beat could be so complete
Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity
About ornathology, or anthropology
and even ?, and this is real history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk
No mistakes were made with the notes he played
His conception, was ?re condite?
A star glowing bright among dim lights
The critics did cite that he sounded alright
Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers
Droppin the bass, all over the place
and Max Roach, cymbals socking
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring.. the metaphysics
of a jazz thing

John Coltrane, a man supreme
He was the cream.. he was the wise one
The impression of Afro Blue
and of the promise, that was not kept
He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman
He was another soul man
The original invisible, playing great music
I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it
Now listen see
The real mystery is how music history
created by white men or any other white man
that pretended he originated "uh-huh.."
and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.."
a jazz thing
("Of course we know who can really blow")
Scheamin on the meaning
of a jazz thing

And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled
by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed
Cause when Betty Carter sings a song
ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music
And you won't refuse it
She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme
Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone
with a big old tone, recitin poems
with notes as words, and haven't you heard
NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO
Now there's young cats blowin
And more and more people, yes they will be knowin
Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last
and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold
The 90's, will be the decade of
a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X)

* Primo scratches "I love jazz music" *

A jazz thing..

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On The Run

featuring M.O.P.,Mos Def

Mark Ronson

from Mark Ronson - Here Comes The Fuzz (2003)

Crossfire

featuring M.O.P.

Afu-Ra

from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)

(feat. M.O.P.)

[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey
[Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more
[Billy Danze] Nigga!

[Lil Fame]
Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent
G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument
Still on top of my game holding the fork
But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch
The fizzy move, the fizzy move
At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt
Cus I am a BK villain
And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping
Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds
I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen
But you wanna be the Jordan of rap
An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back
You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit
I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH)
Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2

[Chorus 1]
[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now what you rock for
We in the making you move like is a dead zone
Steady.[Scratching] causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We hit you off for the brain that what we came for

[Afu-Ra]
You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody
Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi
You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a
You know I squash ya'
Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie
I'm sick in the head invisible fleds
I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues
That right yeah
I'm sickening with the kung fu
More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch
Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit
Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila
I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya')
Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla
Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH)
Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher
(Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing
(Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking

[Chorus 2]
[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now who do you rock for
We in the making you moves that's why came for
Steady.(Scratching) causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We stimulating the brain thats why we came for

[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now what you rock for
We in the making you move like is a dead zone
Steady.(Scratching) causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We hit you off for the brain that what we came for

[Billy Danze]
Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?)
William Danze one of the illest ever
That spit sparks with from both hands
I learn these criminal ways
Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline
You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad
You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude
May peace and blessings be upon you
How you doing brother do, No
Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen)
Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing)
Like every life he destroy in the World Trade
I aint got no patients for the faggot less great
Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff
Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half
Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path
The same as we do in the ave nigga
Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back
Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black

[Sratching]
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[x2]

(feat. M.O.P.)

[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey
[Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more
[Billy Danze] Nigga!

[Lil Fame]
Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent
G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument
Still on top of my game holding the fork
But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch
The fizzy move, the fizzy move
At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt
Cus I am a BK villain
And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping
Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds
I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen
But you wanna be the Jordan of rap
An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back
You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit
I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH)
Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2

[Chorus 1]
[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now what you rock for
We in the making you move like is a dead zone
Steady.[Scratching] causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We hit you off for the brain that what we came for

[Afu-Ra]
You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody
Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi
You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a
You know I squash ya'
Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie
I'm sick in the head invisible fleds
I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues
That right yeah
I'm sickening with the kung fu
More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch
Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit
Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila
I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya')
Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla
Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH)
Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher
(Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing
(Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking

[Chorus 2]
[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now who do you rock for
We in the making you moves that's why came for
Steady.(Scratching) causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We stimulating the brain thats why we came for

[Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking
Now what you rock for
We in the making you move like is a dead zone
Steady.(Scratching) causing damage.
Now what you stop for
We hit you off for the brain that what we came for

[Billy Danze]
Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?)
William Danze one of the illest ever
That spit sparks with from both hands
I learn these criminal ways
Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline
You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad
You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude
May peace and blessings be upon you
How you doing brother do, No
Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen)
Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing)
Like every life he destroy in the World Trade
I aint got no patients for the faggot less great
Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff
Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half
Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path
The same as we do in the ave nigga
Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back
Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black

[Sratching]
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[x2]

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TORTURE

featuring M.O.P.

Screwball

from Screwball - Loyalty (2002)

(feat. M.O.P.)

Yeah, mic check, turn my fucking mic up
Yo this hip hop to the fullest M.O.P (Yeah)
Screwball NONSTOP

[Billy Danze]
I'm not very conversational
So whenever I'm facing you
With my intensions is erasing you
I'm lacing you splatter your whole shit
We interview the whole clique
Bitch Brooklyn is out control with "Torture"

Live nigga rap get clap
Martial Art me spray paint your body with hot words
From M-1's, AK's, Macks, Techs and Uzzies
M.O.P to Screw B Brooknam to QB

[Chorus]
Bringing the gats
Kill'em with clap
Slugs fill'em with that
Drugs dealing with cats "Torture"
Cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around it will cost you
Boss Man is Torture

[Lil Fame]
This is this is torture
Knock your head right the fuck off ya
Guns N Roses huh
Whole spit huh
Don't spit huh
Fourth fifth is "Torture"

Nigggas getting shot up
Niggaz getting sliced up
Aint nothing nice what what
From the QB borough to the borough of Brooklyn
Uptown Manhattan Dirty Bronx and Staten
Niggaz stay gun packing and stupid acting
9's and Mack 10's loaded up for action "Torture"
I don't give a fuck getting Henny up
Kicking that thug shit yall niggaz can't fuck with

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
My shit is ghetto average
Fuck living laborious
Fuck me around put it down on some savage shit
I ain't having it when ever my automatic spit
Tragic hit those shall have the cabbage split "Torture"

Man I'll smack the glock off yah choke you white out
My bombs holding the arms now is night out
My life is clef note cleverly written by skilled hand
The way I rhyme slay my rhymes a kill a man is "Torture"

... Slugs, by the hand full put you in a land field
Amityville show you how the heads get stealed
Camel fields I battle lay him on his face
In the gravel stomping the place in the shadow "Torture"

[Lil Fame]
Check what the gun do
Put a whole pack in you one two
Pop slugs and hot thugs will rock mugs
Gun smokes steam from his clothes ehwn he got mugged yo

[Chorus x2]

(feat. M.O.P.)

Yeah, mic check, turn my fucking mic up
Yo this hip hop to the fullest M.O.P (Yeah)
Screwball NONSTOP

[Billy Danze]
I'm not very conversational
So whenever I'm facing you
With my intensions is erasing you
I'm lacing you splatter your whole shit
We interview the whole clique
Bitch Brooklyn is out control with "Torture"

Live nigga rap get clap
Martial Art me spray paint your body with hot words
From M-1's, AK's, Macks, Techs and Uzzies
M.O.P to Screw B Brooknam to QB

[Chorus]
Bringing the gats
Kill'em with clap
Slugs fill'em with that
Drugs dealing with cats "Torture"
Cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around it will cost you
Boss Man is Torture

[Lil Fame]
This is this is torture
Knock your head right the fuck off ya
Guns N Roses huh
Whole spit huh
Don't spit huh
Fourth fifth is "Torture"

Nigggas getting shot up
Niggaz getting sliced up
Aint nothing nice what what
From the QB borough to the borough of Brooklyn
Uptown Manhattan Dirty Bronx and Staten
Niggaz stay gun packing and stupid acting
9's and Mack 10's loaded up for action "Torture"
I don't give a fuck getting Henny up
Kicking that thug shit yall niggaz can't fuck with

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
My shit is ghetto average
Fuck living laborious
Fuck me around put it down on some savage shit
I ain't having it when ever my automatic spit
Tragic hit those shall have the cabbage split "Torture"

Man I'll smack the glock off yah choke you white out
My bombs holding the arms now is night out
My life is clef note cleverly written by skilled hand
The way I rhyme slay my rhymes a kill a man is "Torture"

... Slugs, by the hand full put you in a land field
Amityville show you how the heads get stealed
Camel fields I battle lay him on his face
In the gravel stomping the place in the shadow "Torture"

[Lil Fame]
Check what the gun do
Put a whole pack in you one two
Pop slugs and hot thugs will rock mugs
Gun smokes steam from his clothes ehwn he got mugged yo

[Chorus x2]

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W.O.L.V.E.S.

featuring M.O.P.

Krumbsnatcha

from Krumbsnatcha - Classics (2004)

Bad Boy For Life (Radio Mix) [The Bad By Family]

featuring Busta Rhymes,M.O.P.

P. Diddy

from P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005)

P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c'mon

I'm the definition of half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Black Rob:
Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames
Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire
If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh)
No pain (nothin) I feel remorse
Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches
Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go)

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Mark Curry:
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps to flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho',
Bottles that pop, joints that rock
Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah)
We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year!

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

(Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh)

P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c'mon

I'm the definition of half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

We ain't, go-in 
nowhere, we ain't 
goin nowhere, we can't be 
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Black Rob:
Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames
Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire
If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh)
No pain (nothin) I feel remorse
Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches
Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go)

We ain't, go-in 
nowhere, we ain't 
goin nowhere, we can't be 
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Mark Curry:
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps to flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho',
Bottles that pop, joints that rock
Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah)
We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year!

We ain't, go-in 
nowhere, we ain't 
goin nowhere, we can't be 
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

(Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh)

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PREMIER INTRO

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

WELCOME TO BROWNSVILLE

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

[Intro]
Ah here we go, here we go
I gotta go (ahahahaha)
Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd)
Ehh, I just gotta dig on
Play my track
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[Teflon]
Aha
City All
Yeah (oww)
4 life
Life, uh

[Chorus: Teflon]
Ayo, it's all live nigga
But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga
But it's all tight (gimme that!)
Where you from nigga? (that's right)
Make it real clear (clear!)
The ville (ville!) (that's right)
Here (Hell yeah!)
We still here

[Teflon]
Another year scratchin'
But this time around, Loud that got down with the action
Nigga, y'all know what's happenin'
We full grown nigga
What you call Hell, we call home
So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga
Hostile takeover, still got the camp time
Lock and let this deal pop
I..take your place soldier
Nine years frontin', been a long time comin'
And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins
I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya
And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya
(Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours
Get raw, get pissed off
We trained them up to the big door
Train hard to get your cabin twist off
This tough law baby
But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy
On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby
It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too
Welcome to Brownsville

[Chorus with variations]

[Lil Fame]
Whatever, whatever nigga
I grip it, cock it
Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run
Hear the flood come now!
You niggaz just called amnesia
I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure

[Teflon]
Let 'em know who's real son
This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right

[Lil Fame]
Heat up your chest and mind
Show your people flesh and blood
When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!)
I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon
Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches
We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill
Ain't nothin' worse I spit it
Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!)
I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E
What the fuck you gon' tell me?
This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built
And some of the illest killaz was killed

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Billy Danze]
Nigga, you 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 crack (THE OL' BK WAY!)
We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day
Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it
I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back

[Chorus w/ variations] 2x

Hahahaha
Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)
Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh)
Hahaha
Nigga! (ow!)

[Intro]
Ah here we go, here we go
I gotta go (ahahahaha)
Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd)
Ehh, I just gotta dig on
Play my track
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[Teflon]
Aha
City All
Yeah (oww)
4 life
Life, uh

[Chorus: Teflon]
Ayo, it's all live nigga
But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga
But it's all tight (gimme that!)
Where you from nigga? (that's right)
Make it real clear (clear!)
The ville (ville!) (that's right)
Here (Hell yeah!)
We still here

[Teflon]
Another year scratchin'
But this time around, Loud that got down with the action
Nigga, y'all know what's happenin'
We full grown nigga
What you call Hell, we call home
So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga
Hostile takeover, still got the camp time
Lock and let this deal pop
I..take your place soldier
Nine years frontin', been a long time comin'
And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins
I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya
And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya
(Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours
Get raw, get pissed off
We trained them up to the big door
Train hard to get your cabin twist off
This tough law baby
But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy
On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby
It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too
Welcome to Brownsville

[Chorus with variations]

[Lil Fame]
Whatever, whatever nigga
I grip it, cock it
Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run
Hear the flood come now!
You niggaz just called amnesia
I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure

[Teflon]
Let 'em know who's real son
This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right

[Lil Fame]
Heat up your chest and mind
Show your people flesh and blood
When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!)
I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon
Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches
We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill
Ain't nothin' worse I spit it
Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!)
I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E
What the fuck you gon' tell me?
This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built
And some of the illest killaz was killed

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Billy Danze]
Nigga, you 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 crack (THE OL' BK WAY!)
We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day
Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it
I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back

[Chorus w/ variations] 2x

Hahahaha
Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)
Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh)
Hahaha
Nigga! (ow!)

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EVERYDAY

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh
Yeahhh, yeahhhh

When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze
(and Fizzy Womack) from the trenches of the dungeons
Who want some? Remember I'm sick with it
(BROWNSVILLE) B-K nigga, don't forget it
I'm still beat boppin when you see me poppin through
And the money mission seem to be impossible
I put it down, all way across the board
The original O.G. (?) not a fraud
Clap, don't applaud
It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!)
I'm from where a lot of soldiers are found
and the hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town
When the gangsters decide to put it down I'll be around
with my hat broke down, grippin a pound, now
Please send them cats; I'll get up in 'em
with venom bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back!

[Product G&B]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (heyyyyy)

[Lil' Fame]
Here we go again (YEAHHH) fall back
'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat
Live from the headquarters, you already know so
make yourself be heard - OHHHHHHHHH
It's the F-I-Z-Z-Y, Dub-O-Mack
Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that
So tell me who in this (who in this)
You in this (you in this)
M.O.P., we ruin this, doin this
BACK, one mo' gen (THAT'S RIGHT)
And the, streets is back y'all, come on in
We bring the heat on purpose
Clear, shit in the middle of your show
like a horse at the circus
Damn what you worth bitch, you get your head gauze wrapped
Real tight, tell me is it worth it?
I'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me
It's the First Family, tell yo' bitch talk to me, c'mon!

[Product G&B]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?

I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right
Ghetto & Blues intertwined together
G&B will make you feel alright!
So we started from the ground up
headed right to the top, ohh ohhhhhh
We makin moves for cheddar
cause the streets are too hot

G&B, M.O.P. yeahh yeahh
Ohhh oooohhh, ohh ohh, ohh yeah yeah
And my homies

I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right (everyday)
Feelin the beat
Goin my way
If I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way?
And why does crime stay on, my mind?
Here we go, back again
Here we go, here we go again
Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Uhh, uhh, it's G&B
Sincere Money Harm
Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P.
Brooklyn, uhh, L.I., yeah

[Product G&B] 
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh
Yeahhh, yeahhhh

When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze
(and Fizzy Womack) from the trenches of the dungeons
Who want some? Remember I'm sick with it
(BROWNSVILLE) B-K nigga, don't forget it
I'm still beat boppin when you see me poppin through
And the money mission seem to be impossible
I put it down, all way across the board
The original O.G. (?) not a fraud
Clap, don't applaud
It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!)
I'm from where a lot of soldiers are found
and the hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town
When the gangsters decide to put it down I'll be around
with my hat broke down, grippin a pound, now
Please send them cats; I'll get up in 'em
with venom bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back!

[Product G&B]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (heyyyyy)

[Lil' Fame]
Here we go again (YEAHHH) fall back
'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat
Live from the headquarters, you already know so
make yourself be heard - OHHHHHHHHH
It's the F-I-Z-Z-Y, Dub-O-Mack
Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that
So tell me who in this (who in this)
You in this (you in this)
M.O.P., we ruin this, doin this
BACK, one mo' gen (THAT'S RIGHT)
And the, streets is back y'all, come on in
We bring the heat on purpose
Clear, shit in the middle of your show
like a horse at the circus
Damn what you worth bitch, you get your head gauze wrapped
Real tight, tell me is it worth it?
I'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me
It's the First Family, tell yo' bitch talk to me, c'mon!

[Product G&B]
When you're living your life (when you're living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There's no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
(You don't want it no more!)
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?

I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right
Ghetto & Blues intertwined together
G&B will make you feel alright!
So we started from the ground up
headed right to the top, ohh ohhhhhh
We makin moves for cheddar
cause the streets are too hot

G&B, M.O.P. yeahh yeahh
Ohhh oooohhh, ohh ohh, ohh yeah yeah
And my homies

I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough
We gotta get it right (everyday)
Feelin the beat
Goin my way
If I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way?
And why does crime stay on, my mind?
Here we go, back again
Here we go, here we go again
Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Uhh, uhh, it's G&B
Sincere Money Harm
Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P.
Brooklyn, uhh, L.I., yeah

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ANTE UP

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

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 stiflin them fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down)
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!)

Billy Danze:
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
(That shit will send you to your grave) So?
You think I don't know that? (BLOW!)
Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill

Chorus:
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!
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!)

Lil Fame:
Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta 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 at your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money

Billy Danze:
The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?)
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga

Chorus

Lil Fame:
I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
Get back doen make yo' 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 mine we streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)

Billy Danze:
Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord!

Chorus

Outro:
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!

Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

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 stiflin them fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down)
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!)

Billy Danze:
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
(That shit will send you to your grave) So?
You think I don't know that? (BLOW!)
Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill

Chorus:
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!
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!)

Lil Fame:
Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta 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 at your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money

Billy Danze:
The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?)
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga

Chorus

Lil Fame:
I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
Get back doen make yo' 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 mine we streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)

Billy Danze:
Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord!

Chorus

Outro:
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!

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FACE OFF

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

[Billy Danze]
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be
So I switched the game around, and now it's on me
(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
(You're still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..

Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd you stop for?
Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel!

As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
I think back about cats, that have passed away
That's why I feel more cursed than blessed
And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress
I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't
wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
See it's the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
A shootout, is like a common cold out here
That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all
When it's crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y'all
I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl
It's where I realized it's a cold world, after all
You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit
(You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
able to tame my rage
A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
Take a look at me now; a born winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill again!

{*beat changes*}

[Lil' Fame]
You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
Take two steps back it's gon' hurt you pah!
Who the fuck talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal?
This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper
Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted
like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me
It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini
We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
Who grindin, who thieves, but I'm lookin mean yo
with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep 'em clean doe
I know the pros and cons so I married the game
Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name
I'm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
Double (??), who the fuck gon' stop Fame?
Y'all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
Niggaz ain't feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin
I'm the shit that felt good comin out of my pop's semen
Hit the streets and thug with me
No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can't fuck with me
Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow
But look bitch, I'ma let you know now
You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?
I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men
It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
I ain't clappin over your head
I'ma make sure I pop somethin through ya
Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead
Motherfucker!

Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd you stop for?
Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel!

As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
I think back about cats, that have passed away
That's why I feel more cursed than blessed
And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress
I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't
wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
See it's the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
A shootout, is like a common cold out here
That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all
When it's crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y'all
I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl
It's where I realized it's a cold world, after all
You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit
(You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
able to tame my rage
A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
Take a look at me now; a born winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill again!

{*beat changes*}

[Lil' Fame]
You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
Take two steps back it's gon' hurt you pah!
Who the fuck talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal?
This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper
Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted
like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me
It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini
We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
Who grindin, who thieves, but I'm lookin mean yo
with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep 'em clean doe
I know the pros and cons so I married the game
Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name
I'm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
Double (??), who the fuck gon' stop Fame?
Y'all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
Niggaz ain't feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin
I'm the shit that felt good comin out of my pop's semen
Hit the streets and thug with me
No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can't fuck with me
Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow
But look bitch, I'ma let you know now
You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?
I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men
It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
I ain't clappin over your head
I'ma make sure I pop somethin through ya
Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead
Motherfucker!

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WARRIORZ

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

[Lil Fame]
YEAH!! (Ooh shit!)
YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS IS?
IT'S THE HARDEST, SPITTIN'...
M.O.P.

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! What you say nigga?
All of ya! Lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Yeah, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Huh, todays the day nigga!

[Billy Danze]
Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear
Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick
Fuckin' my dog here! Keep thinkin' I'ma bitchin'
And fuckin' 'em right here! In the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know
I still throw it down for the fear, for real (FOR SHO!)
Burned down your empire, physicnantal school
When I jump about the roof with a cuh (FI-RE!!) a-yah
Got a gift for you, you like presents?
Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'
I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is PAID UP!
I put you in the box, are you chillin'? BLADE UP!
You heard me tell 'em blade up!
As the bright light blind ya
Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Yeah, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you sat nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! AHH, todays the day nigga!

[Lil Fame]
I heard ya ass ringin' up for months
On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a RV
Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up
Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-?-
Twentyfour years of pain, bitch Fame is a loner
I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma
GAME OVER! Nigga, that's a fact bitch
Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch
I back bitch (AHH), see I'm a veteran get your medal in
Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?
I hope your family got love for you soldier
Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (FOR REAL!)
Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em
Cocked back and spit five at 'em (ROCK IT NOW!)
Whole teeth puttin' it work
I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass
And put your body in the earth (SET 'EM STRAIGHT!)

[Billy Danze]
Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight
Crimination got my niggaz on a mission
Erh walk through on ya (FIRE!!), talk to on ya (FIRE!!)
Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (They don't wanna watchin' you!)
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do
I master the art of war, step to niggaz up
That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'
I'm from Brownsville, dude
I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from
When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz
And lord knows I raise Hell to the best of my ability
It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me

[Lil Fame]
You feelin' me? Motherfucker pay homage
I put down down the rules of Ms. Watt criminal carnage
I have your ass hypernatin'
Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'
I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back
Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (Pack!)
Ville! That's how we do down here (Browns kill!)
You come fuck around here, Brooklyn!

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Shesh, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Uh, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Shesh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Ahh, todays the day nigga!

Hahaha
Have I told you I forgot
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you..
That's it, now's all
UHH!
Salute
You motherfuckin' venom!
UHH!
You motherfuckin' venom, get back!
You motherfuckin'..
Where the bag? where the bag?
where the bag? where the bag?
You motherfuckers is garbage!
When the fuck? Where the fuck?
What the fuck? Uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)
Hahahahaha (WHAT THE FUCKER!!!)
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you
Have I told you, yeah yeah
LOVER!! SORRY!
Be your lover
Have I told you..
Have I told you..
Have I told you I forgot
To be your lover
Have I told you..

[Lil Fame]
YEAH!! (Ooh shit!)
YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS IS?
IT'S THE HARDEST, SPITTIN'...
M.O.P.

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! What you say nigga?
All of ya! Lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Yeah, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Huh, todays the day nigga!

[Billy Danze]
Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear
Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick
Fuckin' my dog here! Keep thinkin' I'ma bitchin'
And fuckin' 'em right here! In the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know
I still throw it down for the fear, for real (FOR SHO!)
Burned down your empire, physicnantal school
When I jump about the roof with a cuh (FI-RE!!) a-yah
Got a gift for you, you like presents?
Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'
I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is PAID UP!
I put you in the box, are you chillin'? BLADE UP!
You heard me tell 'em blade up!
As the bright light blind ya
Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Yeah, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you sat nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! AHH, todays the day nigga!

[Lil Fame]
I heard ya ass ringin' up for months
On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a RV
Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up
Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-?-
Twentyfour years of pain, bitch Fame is a loner
I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma
GAME OVER! Nigga, that's a fact bitch
Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch
I back bitch (AHH), see I'm a veteran get your medal in
Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?
I hope your family got love for you soldier
Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (FOR REAL!)
Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em
Cocked back and spit five at 'em (ROCK IT NOW!)
Whole teeth puttin' it work
I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass
And put your body in the earth (SET 'EM STRAIGHT!)

[Billy Danze]
Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight
Crimination got my niggaz on a mission
Erh walk through on ya (FIRE!!), talk to on ya (FIRE!!)
Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (They don't wanna watchin' you!)
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do
I master the art of war, step to niggaz up
That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'
I'm from Brownsville, dude
I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from
When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz
And lord knows I raise Hell to the best of my ability
It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me

[Lil Fame]
You feelin' me? Motherfucker pay homage
I put down down the rules of Ms. Watt criminal carnage
I have your ass hypernatin'
Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'
I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back
Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (Pack!)
Ville! That's how we do down here (Browns kill!)
You come fuck around here, Brooklyn!

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Warrior! Come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Shesh, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga!
Warrior! Uh, come out and play nigga!
I'm callin' ya! Shesh, what you say nigga?
All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga!
I'm warning ya! Ahh, todays the day nigga!

Hahaha
Have I told you I forgot
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you..
That's it, now's all
UHH!
Salute
You motherfuckin' venom!
UHH!
You motherfuckin' venom, get back!
You motherfuckin'..
Where the bag? where the bag?
where the bag? where the bag?
You motherfuckers is garbage!
When the fuck? Where the fuck?
What the fuck? Uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)
Hahahahaha (WHAT THE FUCKER!!!)
YEAH!
To be your lover
Have I told you
Have I told you, yeah yeah
LOVER!! SORRY!
Be your lover
Have I told you..
Have I told you..
Have I told you I forgot
To be your lover
Have I told you..

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G-BUILDING

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Lil Fame]
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy

HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!

[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [what's that?]
They don't want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon' tame me
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
'99 is my time to shine, that's that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]

HOOK

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Lil Fame]
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy

HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!

[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [what's that?]
They don't want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this
You dissin? I'm hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon' tame me
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First Family trainee, take what's mine
'99 is my time to shine, that's that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]

HOOK

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OLD TIMERZ

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
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

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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

[Billy Danze]
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

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

[Chorus: Billy Danze]

[Lil' Fame]
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

[Chorus: Billy Danze]

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

[Hook 2X: Crystal Asia]
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

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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

[Billy Danze]
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

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

[Chorus: Billy Danze]

[Lil' Fame]
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

[Chorus: Billy Danze]

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

[Hook 2X: Crystal Asia]
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

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IN THE FRONT LINE

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

NIG-GOTIATE

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

{*whispered*} Come on!

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
[B.D.] Once againnnnnnn.. [L.F.] You won't believe it!
[B.D.] Once againnnn.. [L.F.] It's M.O.P., you see it!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ohhhhhhhhhhhh-ehhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh
YO WHO DAT, YO WHO DAT?!

[Lil' Fame]
Once again, we come with the rush (IT'S US BABY)
For all those platinum and plus (WE CRUSH BABY)
It's Home Team back with the true thing
Back with a new thing, back with a new slang mayne
We bang three times three M&M's
Yo I'm sittin on chrome.. BITCH, and I ain't talkin bout rims!
We got exclusive, new shit, you know, you get
true shit, from us, to help y'all move with
M. Fitzroy nigga, makin them hits
Amateurs in the game, we makin 'em quit
I got your baby momma chest a jumpin around
and gettin on dowwwn, with her big ass, and shakin her tits
Nigga, I don't be lyin, I will blast iron
at you fake-ass thugs that think you made of cast iron
So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down
I will step and, stomp yo' ass to ground round, cause I

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
I got my Cobra vision goggles on, I see you comin
with a six-pack and a smile homes, I like your style homes
I felt your vibe from a mile away
And it's okay though, cause the demon in me decided to lay low
(Aiyyo!) Nigga I drink that six-pack witcha
so I'll say that I was under the influence when I hitcha
Anyway, it's a brand new day
Still underrated, still the most hated
Niggaz can't fade it; they know they can't tame us
or change us, so they treat us like strangers (WE'RE DANGEROUS)
I am so anxious, that it scares me sometimes
Find myself doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind
I seem to find time to nig-gotiate (MASH)
Renogiate blast at a nigga straight BLAST
Get rid of his ass, rugged never smooth
(M) BLAST (O) BLAST (P) on the move!

{*whispered*} Come on!

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
[B.D.] Once againnnnnnn.. [L.F.] You won't believe it!
[B.D.] Once againnnn.. [L.F.] It's M.O.P., you see it!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP!
Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP!
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ohhhhhhhhhhhh-ehhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh
YO WHO DAT, YO WHO DAT?!

[Lil' Fame]
Once again, we come with the rush (IT'S US BABY)
For all those platinum and plus (WE CRUSH BABY)
It's Home Team back with the true thing
Back with a new thing, back with a new slang mayne
We bang three times three M&M's
Yo I'm sittin on chrome.. BITCH, and I ain't talkin bout rims!
We got exclusive, new shit, you know, you get
true shit, from us, to help y'all move with
M. Fitzroy nigga, makin them hits
Amateurs in the game, we makin 'em quit
I got your baby momma chest a jumpin around
and gettin on dowwwn, with her big ass, and shakin her tits
Nigga, I don't be lyin, I will blast iron
at you fake-ass thugs that think you made of cast iron
So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down
I will step and, stomp yo' ass to ground round, cause I

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
I got my Cobra vision goggles on, I see you comin
with a six-pack and a smile homes, I like your style homes
I felt your vibe from a mile away
And it's okay though, cause the demon in me decided to lay low
(Aiyyo!) Nigga I drink that six-pack witcha
so I'll say that I was under the influence when I hitcha
Anyway, it's a brand new day
Still underrated, still the most hated
Niggaz can't fade it; they know they can't tame us
or change us, so they treat us like strangers (WE'RE DANGEROUS)
I am so anxious, that it scares me sometimes
Find myself doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind
I seem to find time to nig-gotiate (MASH)
Renogiate blast at a nigga straight BLAST
Get rid of his ass, rugged never smooth
(M) BLAST (O) BLAST (P) on the move!

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FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS

M.O.P.

from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)

{*Premier* "Look nigga, you know the name.."}
{"Where we from nigga? 718"}
{"Brooklyn!" - "M plus O plus P!"}
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
{"M plus O plus P!"}

[Lil' Fame]
Check it out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March
One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy Wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get scratched, pronto
Bill and Fame make magic like Premier and, Eddie Sancho
(YO WHERE YOU BEEN KID?) I don't know, gettin ready for war
Parlayin with Ebony and Kwa
Foes wanna surround me with jealousy and war
But dem nah worry me, what you wan' bury me for?
I'm tired of fools askin me
if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"M.O.P.: To the Death" sold?
And if "How About Some Hardcore" went gold?
What up with these R&B cats nowadays
rockin doo-rags with braids (THEY FUCKED UP NOW)
Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappers
But Fizz is gonna be Famester, Famester's gonna be slapper
I been doin this pah
I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape
just to record Marley Marl
(IT'S THE FIRING SQUAD) Yo (JUMP) yo (JUMP)
(FIRST FAMILY) For the two (OH) oh (OHHHHH)

Chorus: M.O.P.

[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his own rules
And most dudes can't fit in my shoes
The world needs to know it's only one William Danzini
You synthetic-ass niggaz can't see me (nope)
You plexiglass-ass niggaz can't be me
You generic-ass nigga won't believe me
(WE'VE BEEN TRAINED BY THE OLD CODE)
Talk while you unload (???)
I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night
cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights
I'm still sufferin from alcohol abuse
And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce
(DAMN NIGGA YOU LOOSE) I'm just me
I'm sick of tellin you dudes, so (WHAT IT'S GON' BE)
Who put them hammers to use now (M.O.P.)
It's what the ghetto produce yo (FIRST FAMILY)
I'm a predicate, you niggaz is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin is irrelevant
I am devil sent (BLOW EM DOWN)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapdily (FIRE!!)
(BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK) BASTARD!

Chorus: M.O.P.

[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me

[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! ..

Hahahahaha, nigga! Nigga!
Hahahahaha..

{*Premier* "Look nigga, you know the name.."}
{"Where we from nigga? 718"}
{"Brooklyn!" - "M plus O plus P!"}
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
{"M plus O plus P!"}

[Lil' Fame]
Check it out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March
One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy Wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get scratched, pronto
Bill and Fame make magic like Premier and, Eddie Sancho
(YO WHERE YOU BEEN KID?) I don't know, gettin ready for war
Parlayin with Ebony and Kwa
Foes wanna surround me with jealousy and war
But dem nah worry me, what you wan' bury me for?
I'm tired of fools askin me
if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"M.O.P.: To the Death" sold?
And if "How About Some Hardcore" went gold?
What up with these R&B cats nowadays
rockin doo-rags with braids (THEY FUCKED UP NOW)
Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappers
But Fizz is gonna be Famester, Famester's gonna be slapper
I been doin this pah
I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape
just to record Marley Marl
(IT'S THE FIRING SQUAD) Yo (JUMP) yo (JUMP)
(FIRST FAMILY) For the two (OH) oh (OHHHHH)

Chorus: M.O.P.

[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his own rules
And most dudes can't fit in my shoes
The world needs to know it's only one William Danzini
You synthetic-ass niggaz can't see me (nope)
You plexiglass-ass niggaz can't be me
You generic-ass nigga won't believe me
(WE'VE BEEN TRAINED BY THE OLD CODE)
Talk while you unload (???)
I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night
cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights
I'm still sufferin from alcohol abuse
And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce
(DAMN NIGGA YOU LOOSE) I'm just me
I'm sick of tellin you dudes, so (WHAT IT'S GON' BE)
Who put them hammers to use now (M.O.P.)
It's what the ghetto produce yo (FIRST FAMILY)
I'm a predicate, you niggaz is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin is irrelevant
I am devil sent (BLOW EM DOWN)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapdily (FIRE!!)
(BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK) BASTARD!

Chorus: M.O.P.

[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen!
WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me

[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! .. (for me)
[B] Follow instructions! ..

Hahahahaha, nigga! Nigga!
Hahahahaha..

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