To The Death

{*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

[ 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

[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]