(feat. M.O.P.)
[Cheah]
Know what this sh** sound like right n***as?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it n***a, don't be scared n***a
My n***as is wit me, we focused man, yeah
Get Low in the building, y'know, n***a
Let's do it, c'mon, yo
[Memphis Bleek]
It's gettin hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, n***a
You could pa** me to baby's zoo
One shot'll turn a n***a face into baby food; BLAAH!
Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam
Weapons of ma** destruction is here
I got a few in my hood
In case a n***a ever get the feelin and he think that he could
Or would, pull sket on me
I could show you first hand what's a felony
And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing
I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming
This is not not, no, no, motherf**ing game
Entertain you motherf**ers is not why I came
It's R.O.C. and M.O.P.
I wipe floors wit little n***as for f**in wit my team
[Fame]
My n***a think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC
But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a b**h
When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here
Why the f** you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don
Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and co*k in your palm
Playa pa** the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!)
First of all, y'all n***as gon' need more songs
This M.O.P. n***a we put it down (put it down!!)
Motherf**ers trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a n***a be bout
But if I told ya, I predicted the d**h of my oldest brother was last
And the d**h of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f**
Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour
Naw n***a I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.!
[Billy Danze]
Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin
The Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!)
Runnin I come from the Browns where n***as don't play fair
It's no love lost cuz it was never none there
Put me in a position to blast
I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for ba**
So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces
And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
We hold fort, we don't give a f** about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the sh** out you
Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine
Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, n***a
In '87, I started my career
I'll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this year
I live my life, in crime time b**h
And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!