| Lyrics: | 7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?
New York you ready for this shit? I don't think
so motherfucker
Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!
Radio.. niggaz never play
us!!
(FiYAHHHH!!!)
[Billy Danze]
Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh,
uhh..
Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)
Survivors of the struggle
Duke
Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise
You fuckin with the
original Backstreet Boys
(Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained
to duck coppertops
when you poppin them thangs
He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain
He's
restricted from the games, he's for real
{*clapping* ";We love you Billy!";} You've been missin
the man
Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze
(Raise him) the most highest
He's
stuck on the street like car tires, First Family
(What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in
Brooklyn
til his motherfuckin life expire
Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that
rob
and steal and deal and, kill for thrills and
how could you refuse the Danze?
(It's
hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man
With or without a plan, to outshine those
that shine
Just gimme mine, you understand?
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Yo, it's the
legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
Calm down!
(Get back!)
Calm, down! (Get, back!)
[Bill] And we have the constitutional rights
to
bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm
So; calm down! (Get back!)
Calm, down! (Get,
back!)
[Lil' Fame]
Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)
You dead wrong, to think I
got caught in the storm
I got cats like you wild, you mad
I put |
