HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
Yo - feel the First Family energy (alright!) Remember me?
Lil' Fame raps n***** to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' s*** too
but you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude f*** it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you n***** "Faces of Death"
Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
My solution is pollute innards, quick to shoot a b****
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming ("Yeah we like it raw!")
On wax they get the best of it (right) give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographin b******' breasteses
It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go - but you don't hear me though
[Chorus x2]
Stand clear!
Notice ain't nuttin but soldiers up in here - ride for the cause!
Heavy metal s***, quick, grip settle it
b****! Die for the drawers
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
It's elementary, for a quarter of a century
In and outta penitentiaries
I survive - I am a survivor G
Got more slick s*** with me than McGyver see
I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) yes ma'am
When I'm in a G-man stand it's impossible to touch Danze
I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
I don't know what you thought but you gon' lose
I'm bad news; Satan turned me loose
Since Tupac got popped, who the f*** you think got the +Juice+?
Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will f*** up your ego
In fact - claim turf, whenever the llama spark
We hold down Brownsville like the m*********** Tomahawks
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Fame]
I smack a "Oops Upside Ya Head"
Like Goldy when he mackin his broads (it's) your maveranage
Watch who you approach n****, 'fore you get smoked n****
I'm O.G. in this game, coach n****!
Straight loc' n****, what the f*** you thought?
You get caught in the middle, try to dribble on my court
When n***** (act sweet) this n**** (clap heat)
Jack you when you wouldn't put your brains in the backseat
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
I'ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
Why the f*** you playin games with me?
Make a n**** dust off his automatic, and bang witchu young kids
(Is it really Billy Danze?) Who the f*** you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his a**
is to catch his a** (wet his a**) and to jack his a**
You ain't untouchable n**** for what it's worth
I'm the gritties grimiest slimiest n**** on earth
[Chorus]
[laughter and ad libs to fade]
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
Yo - feel the First Family energy (alright!) Remember me?
Lil' Fame raps n***** to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' s*** too
but you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude f*** it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you n***** "Faces of Death"
Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
My solution is pollute innards, quick to shoot a b****
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming ("Yeah we like it raw!")
On wax they get the best of it (right) give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographin b******' breasteses
It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go - but you don't hear me though
[Chorus x2]
Stand clear!
Notice ain't nuttin but soldiers up in here - ride for the cause!
Heavy metal s***, quick, grip settle it
b****! Die for the drawers
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
It's elementary, for a quarter of a century
In and outta penitentiaries
I survive - I am a survivor G
Got more slick s*** with me than McGyver see
I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) yes ma'am
When I'm in a G-man stand it's impossible to touch Danze
I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
I don't know what you thought but you gon' lose
I'm bad news; Satan turned me loose
Since Tupac got popped, who the f*** you think got the +Juice+?
Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will f*** up your ego
In fact - claim turf, whenever the llama spark
We hold down Brownsville like the m*********** Tomahawks
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Fame]
I smack a "Oops Upside Ya Head"
Like Goldy when he mackin his broads (it's) your maveranage
Watch who you approach n****, 'fore you get smoked n****
I'm O.G. in this game, coach n****!
Straight loc' n****, what the f*** you thought?
You get caught in the middle, try to dribble on my court
When n***** (act sweet) this n**** (clap heat)
Jack you when you wouldn't put your brains in the backseat
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
I'ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
Why the f*** you playin games with me?
Make a n**** dust off his automatic, and bang witchu young kids
(Is it really Billy Danze?) Who the f*** you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his a**
is to catch his a** (wet his a**) and to jack his a**
You ain't untouchable n**** for what it's worth
I'm the gritties grimiest slimiest n**** on earth
[Chorus]
[laughter and ad libs to fade]