To The Death

Billy Danzenie
Ah! check it out, y'all
M.O.P. up in this motherfker
You hear?

Bill M.O.P to the motherfkin death
Fame Straight from the streets gettin cash
Bill Young black puttin crews in a smash
Fame The drug game put the name on the map
Bill Known for bustin caps
both And takin over like the Japs
Bill We leave you dead stinkin butt-naked in a second
We're that stopped sellin drugs to sell records
Fame You know it, I'm down to the very last breath
It's Lil' Fame
Bill Billy Danzenie
both And M.O.P. to the death

(3x)
To the death!

Lil' Fame
It's M.O.P. to the death, my peoples move quiet like a mason
A strong black nation, the last generation
In the Ville catchin wreck was big fun
Quick to pull the triggers, little with big guns
Before chase me gotta face me
I walk with my gun c*cked and clicked on safety
M.O.P. always ready to gat cha
I catch a cap for my if I have to
You feel the pain, you know the name
Cause this s**t ain't a game
We blow s**t out the frame
When I'm smokin and drinkin I do deep thinkin
About my peeps underground, because I'm down till I'm dead and stinkin
This s**t is real, so you can't make a mistake about us
Lettin you know it ain't nothin fake about us
Yeah, I'm kin to the end with all my that left
It's Lil' Fame and M.O.P. to the death

To the death!
It's M.O.P. to the motherfkin death
To the death!

Billy Danzenie
Aiyo, I'm sentenced to Clint', but fk it
At least we're all all in this together
Me and mine swing it back to back forever
And I'm salutin my
Straight up, cause they're true to the game
And mad fast on the triggers
The Last Generation, we're all that's left, the hometeam
We're trump tight to the death
To all the crews that will be mashed and bruised
We don't doubt you
It's just that we don't give a fk about you
Comin through representin
My on the Island
Kaksackie and way up in Clinton
M.O.P.'s with me, D-a-n-z-e, the danze
It's not a joke when ya come my motherfkin man
You frontin for nuthin
Bring it if you want sumthin
My family get down, all my peoples'll bump sumthin
One thing about us, these is real
They like to kill
Get down with dirty Brownsville

Ah!

(3x)
To the death

Plow! b*tch-ass nigg*
You hear
M.O.P. up in this motherfker
Primetime, nigg*
fkin with me