DR Period - Ring Ding lyrics

[Hook] Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherf**ers Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherf**ers [Verse 1: Billy Danze] Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed Still hittin motherf**ers at point blank range If I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in it It's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant) This little ba*tard can't be tamed, he's strange I wonder what the f** be goin on through his brain Year of Def Jam while you're Cold Chillin Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} What's my motherf**in name? {*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"*} We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding With that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang The way, I'mma show you how Motherf**ers jump up, them motherf**ers get down.. Anybody that asks to battle You better pa**, cause I'mma kick a bone out your a** A lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse" But ain't seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P Chill kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal Smash and mash your monkey-a** like potatoes (uhh) You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid M (f**in) O (f**in) P's ringin bells [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil' Fame] Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly Cause Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a Phillie For real, when that n***a Bill starts to puff his Wheaties n***as calm down and play the wall like graffiti If I see, n***as want it then I'mma give it to 'em Pull out the seventeen shot Glock and I'mma do 'em Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus.. [Verse 4: Billy Danze] .. I'mma k** one of you motherf**ers Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at? (Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap (Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip (Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody sh** Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go Let me show you where I'm AT, cause I'm FAT Give me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on your f**in back I leave you stumblin, n***as know we're trouble when- -ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin (Bill is a real n***a) Yeah Bill is a real n***a Come on now, you're f**in round with a ill figure I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind Stevie Wonder can see you n***as can't f** with me The Lord tested, me and mine finessed it Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'mma leave it alone I'm out, get witcha maggot-a** player homes [Outro] Yo this one goin out to my motherf**in n***a P-Lawn (Yeah, to my n***a n***a man) To my n***a Pit (My n***a Bo) That n***a McGruff (Prince Leroy, rest in peace) Spud McKenzie, rest in peace (To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace) Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house! Billy Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin? My n***a Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff sh**, my whole Home Team kid Hill Figga n***as Goin out in a blaze, yeah