| Lyrics: | Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house kid
BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this
out
Lil Fame's a trigga nigga
Billy Danze a trigga nigga
Aight? Keepin it
real
Brownsville still nigga
[Lil Fame]
Lil Fame, a young ass nigga wit
talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1
it's truth
General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute
[Billy Danze]
Billy Danze,
index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and I'll blaze
the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute
[Lil Fame]
Since we
came here we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth
We tearin this shit
down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this Primo production
[Billy
Danze]
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep
neighbor
And this year, here, niggas can't compare
Spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with
Premier
[Lil Fame]
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red,
the dope shit, got you niggas addicted
Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin true to this
game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
M.O.P. guranteed to keep bringin this
dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to
south, east to west
Got high clientele for shit you least expect
[Billy
Danze]
M.O.P. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me
Still grippin mo' steel, a
machine gun deli
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin
shit that I won't tolerate
WSUP?! My whole team's in the house
The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four
5's in your fucking mouth-a |
