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Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house kid
BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil Fame's a trigga nigg*
Billy Danze a trigga nigg*
Aight? Keepin it real
Brownsville still nigg*
Lil Fame
Lil Fame, a young as* nigg* wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth
General of this h*t 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 s**t down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this Primo production
Billy Danze
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
hardc*re on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, can't compare
Spectators, haters, cuz we're fkin with Premier
Lil Fame
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red, the dope s**t, got you 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 slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for s**t 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 s**t 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 fking mouth
Same ones, burner on blaze
fk a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang...