[Intro]
In the year 2000...
{M-O-P} still bangin
{Firing Squad!}
{The last generation...}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down one for time for you
You motherf**ers
Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherf**in games
[Lil' Fame]
f** the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y
N-I-N-E, make n***as M-I-A
And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
b**h don't get in my way
f** the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
Fight along with the shell aces
Holler if you hear me
I turn your head into a skeleton skull
And leave it hollow if you hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
n***as see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
With my aluminum a** whoopa in the back-seat
What the f** is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
But I'm hear to f** up your day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin
[Hook: M.O.P. & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you where you stand?
B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y'all n***as remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here n***a, I can't hear n***a
I'm deaf in one ear n***a (yeah n***a)
You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)
Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it's over
[Hook]
[Lil' Fame]
I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
n***a feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean sh**
Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green sh**
(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherf**er
[Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my life on the line every step of the way
It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish that
n***a where the f** that money at
I know you got it, and I want it Jack
Just give me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another pack
And I'll be back for that
[Hook]