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1. _ Crimetime 1-718
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2. _ Who Is M.o.p.?
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3. _ Ring Ding
{*chorus*}
[d] ring ding [f] ring ding
[d] ring ding [f] ring ding
[d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers
[d] ring ding [f] ring ding
[d] ring ding [f] ring ding
[d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers
[billy danze]
Yo, i'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed
Still hittin motherfuckers 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 bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck 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
[lil' fame]
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} what's my motherfuckin 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'ma show you how
Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down..
Anybody that asks to battle
You better pass, cause i'ma kick a bone out your ass
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-ass like potatoes (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid
M (fuckin) o (fuckin) p's ringin bells
{*chorus*}
[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 nigga bill starts to puff his wheaties
Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If i see, niggaz want it then i'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and i'ma do 'em
Yo bill, i think we gotta bring the ruckus..
[billy danze]
.. i'ma kill one of you motherfuckers
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 shit
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 fuckin back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when-
-ever you see, m.o.p., g we be bubblin
(bill is a real nigga) yeah bill is a real nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck 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'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga p-lawn
(yeah, to my nigga nigga man)
To my nigga pit
(my nigga bo)
That nigga 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 nigga lil' fame, lazy laze
Boo bang under the b's, black shawn, mcgruff
Shit, my whole home team kid
Hill figga niggaz
Goin out in a blaze, yeah
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4. _ Blue Steel
[ li'l fame ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
[ verse 1: li'l fame ]
Plow! i'm shootin muthafuckas in the belly
Spread em like jelly, play em like skelly
I'm representin for the real niggas
Fake moves, make moves, you fuck around, i have to kill niggas
I pack a nine that have em wanna box
With a gun or i can knock em out the box with a ox
Niggas gotta pay the piper then
And i know you're mad, cocksucker, because it ain't no type of wins
Niggas throw rhymes, i throw rhymes back
If niggas wanna throw crime, i throw crimes back
If niggas wanna throw props, i throw props back
Them niggas wanna throw shots, i throw em back and lay em flat
So if you ever think of tryin to get loose
I do your ass like bishop did rahiem in _juice_
Kid, i'm tellin you now you can't afford it
And i bust a nigga ass quick on the mic that's extorted
Crazed, i rock for days on blaze with laze e laze
You niggas get blazed, the fame can't be fazed
Huh, you couldn't make us for a try out, punk, you die out
I wet shit up even when i got the dry mouth
It's time i let em know the deal
Nowadays shit is real, so i'm packin blue steel
[ billy danzenie ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
[ verse 2: billy danzenie ]
Clack-clack, salute from the ill nigga bill
I represent gunsmoke hill, i'm packin blue steel
I'm comin at you to take your wealth
If i endanger your health that's cause you did that your damn self
I blow your muthafuckin back out, i keep a ill feelin
I'm wide open like ?john dillon?
When you come, you better be armed, son, see, i works with mine
You know what's happenin to you, it's 'hammer time'
Out the streets a real raw man
I'm top dog, man, i'm your connection with the morgue man
For my peoples i put 2 in your face
(clack-clack) ????? with some ?????
Cause danzine ain't fakin no jammers
A herb nigga tremor, real niggas ??????
It's cool to see em bangin for that new school
And all my niggas, they work with they tools
[ billy danzenie ]
So make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
[ li'l fame ]
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
[ billy danzenie ]
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
[ li'l fame ]
Yo bill, you got the ifth? (yeah, yeah!)
One in the head? (yeah, yeah!)
[ billy danzenie ]
You got the pound? (yeah, yeah!)
Let's kill em dead
[ li'l fame ]
But first i wanna get some, you really gonna diss em
Cause i'ma blast his muthafuckin ass like a ?system?
[ billy danzenie ]
Yo, if you go we all do, cause you know we all crew
Somebody fuck with me, i know they got to fuck with you too
And cocksucker, you want it
In your next life you're nailed just like the last bitch nigga that fronted
[ li'l fame ]
So if you want beef just set it
Because it don't cost nothin to send your ass to the paramedics
The four-pound'll make em hit the ground
So buck em down (buck em down)
Buck em, buck em, buck em down
[ li'l fame ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
[ billy danzenie ]
Say what, say what, say what?
[ both ]
I'm packin blue steel (3x)
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5. _ To The Death
[ billy danzenie ]
Ah! check it out, y'all
M.o.p. up in this motherfucker
You niggaz hear?
[ bill ] m.o.p to the motherfuckin death
[ fame ] straight from the streets gettin cash
[ bill ] young black niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz with big guns
Before niggaz chase me niggaz gotta face me
I walk with my gun cocked and clicked on safety
M.o.p. niggaz always ready to gat cha
I catch a cap for my niggaz if i have to
You feel the pain, you niggaz know the name
Cause this shit ain't a game
We blow shit 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 shit is real, so you can't make a mistake about us
Lettin you niggaz know it ain't nothin fake about us
Yeah, i'm kin to the end with all my niggaz that left
It's lil' fame and m.o.p. to the death
To the death!
It's m.o.p. to the motherfuckin death
To the death!
[ billy danzenie ]
Aiyo, i'm sentenced to clint', but fuck it
At least we're all all in this together
Me and mine swing it back to back forever
And i'm salutin my niggaz
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 fuck about you
Comin through representin
My niggaz 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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz
They like to kill niggaz
Get down with dirty brownsville niggaz
Ah!
(3x)
To the death
Plow! bitch-ass nigga
You niggaz hear
M.o.p. up in this motherfucker
Primetime, nigga
Fuckin with me
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6. _ Rugged Neva Smooth
(4x)
It's the mash out posse
Rugged neva smooth
M fuckin o fuckin p on the move
[ lil' fame ]
The m.o.p.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this
I'm leavin rappers with the dumbness
Because i got no feelings, i done this
Takin you propers, we comin right
And now we gotta (take money money)
Yeah, you motherfuckin right
Lil' fame's removin mc's like terpentine
Droppin that shit that mc's couldn't search and find
Not even if you was a golddigger
I'm a bad - nah! let me chill
Yo bill, hold me down, nigga
[ billy danzinie ]
M fuckin o fuckin p keep it rugged
Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
Ain't nuttin changed, it's billy and lil' fame
Still bustin your brain
Yeah! doin the thang thang
Home team keepin it phat
How about some hardcore?
(yeah! we like it raw) here is more of that
Don't be amazed if you're left in a daze
M.o.p. is in the place, so you chumps best behave
-chorus-
[ lil' fame ]
I'm ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on
Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn
Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas
With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, i rip em in half, they can't get with math
Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave
So get the cash out, i put your glass out
Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out
They can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it
And once a nigga make a record
Bitches be like: fuck mystic, they get this dick and go naked
Billy danze pass the smoke and i ain't gonna smoke till i choke
I'ma smoke till i croak
I call niggaz bluff when i puff the lala
Then i put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye
When i snap will i get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When i rap do i get busy, kid? (no doubt)
Is m.o.p. knockin motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk about?
Don't have me jack or disrespect sumthin
The m.o.p. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin
Because we show em and prove that the m.o.p. is the move
We keep it rugged neva smooth
-chorus-
[ billy danzenie ]
Aiyo! let's take it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained while we came
We're international, niggaz know the name
I'm billy danze (plow!) i'm mad loud (plow!)
I represent the 1-5-4 fuckin 5
It's m.o.p., and you know we stay strapped
So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back
I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause i'm swift
I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my smith
I put herbs out of they myseries
And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me
I had my name ever since i was a little kid
For all the ill hill shit i done did
I've been down for years and years to come
The nigga that you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please stand
(clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's mr. billy danze
I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size
But there's more than what meets your eyes
From monday through motherfuckin sunday
M.o.p. will be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay
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7. _ Heistmasters
[f] uhh!
[d] heistmaster [f] get paid nigga!
[d] heistmaster [f] let's get paid nigga!
[d] heistmaster [f] get paid nigga!
[d] heistmaster [f] let's get paid!
[f] everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is
[d] old bitch, don't move, take off the jewels and shine-eses
{please don't shoot me mayn}
[f] papi play the game right, and ery'thang'll be aight
{there go the safe!}
[lil' fame]
It ain't no time for concentration
Get over there papi tell 'em the combination
Tell 'em ron's got his car keys
I don't give a fuck if he beg, boom shoot him in the head
[danze]
Somebody comin in on the side
[lil' fame]
Fuck the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that motherfucker die
Dolo (?) fuckin standin there lookin silly
Yo boom, give me a hand {yo, where the fuck is billy?}
He went outside to the car y'all
It's (?) and dark black, i'm dumpin papi off at the baha
{let's hurry up before the shit get hot}
Yeah because this old bitch is blowin up the spot
They say nigga do anything for dough
And now i'm the nigga with the dough, so old bitch, you gotta go
{*bang*} yo i've been schemin on the spot for about a year
[danze]
And now you got what you want, so let's get out of here
[lil' fame]
We ain't no motherfuckin joke
We caught ten thou', and a motherfuckin ounce of weed to smoke
{*conversations for a second or two*}
Yo... oh shit, five-oh!
Let's get the fuck up out of dodge
[danze]
I'ma make a right here
[lil' fame]
Yeah, drop us off by the garage
We gotta get away, some way, some how
The cop's on our ass, feet don't fail me now
I say we must to let the a.. k.. pop
Cause i ain't playin with these k.. k.. kops
{just chill nigga, (?) back and put the dough in}
The punk motherfucker kept goin
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
[billy danze]
Shanghai nigga, lil' fame (i got the pound)
(?) til them niggaz tellin me the straw's down
Run up on 'em from all angles can you dig it fool?
{yeah, click clak klow, nobody move!}
Face down get on the ground {that shit's foul}
Shut the fuck up punk it's m.o.p. you know our style
Yo (?) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick
{aight - make a move i'ma bump you bitch}
Sean duke got jewels, go 'head and grab it
Shack, anybody move, let everybody have it
{cli clack} (bill chill 'til we find the stash)
Roll with us or we gon' roll right over your ass
Now where that motherfuckin money homes?
{in the closet} where the llello?
{in the dresser right there by the phone}
Cool, breeze, twenty g's
Two ki's, i sent my nigga fat b's
[lil' fame]
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs
[billy danze]
After that hit you in your back with the deuce-fo'
Heistmaster, known to cause disaster
Robbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster
{head 'em up!} move 'em out {ay nigga it's time to leave}
Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeve
Strapped made a move towards me while we was breakin north
{yeah, i tore his motherfuckin wig off}
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cash
Ante up motherfucker! [f] or that's yo' ass
[shout outs by m.o.p. members to the fade]
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