[Styles]
My style's louder than a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these $#&@in rappers

then show up at the burials
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all

Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition
Don't take it personal

gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my cash
then I'm hurtin you
Got a business gun, wit industry bullets

when it hit you mother$#&@er guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my contact will break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand

I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man
cuz I do things the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, $#&@ing Jim Conway

leave no evidence
$#&@ a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead
presidents

what, mother$#&@er, yeah

[HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.]

Don't you ever try to $#&@ wit M.O.P. and Styles
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and ^!$$%s that's wild

BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

We're gangsta $$# ^!$$%s that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!


[Billy Danze]
Ayo let's do it for the hood
Where there's alotta homicides at

Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at
It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day
$#&@ that, we'll find another way to play

so don't mistake me for no rap artist
missin old dude is from the old school
he abide by the old rules

and our pro-tools, is 38 longs
The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong
How could we get along

and you doing this underhanded !@$)got %#@!, you !@$)got (*##$
we gotta get you gone, [chapter one]
William Danze songs

All disloyal guys should be shot in they back
once, and left paralyzed [game over now]
You gon change me how

what you thought would happen
when they chained me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is

L! M! O! O! X! P! mother$#&@er!

[Fame]

You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap
but when your $$# get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we straight thug it

Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese
made dope fiends outta school principals and deans

now they all $#&@ed up, career finished
got they $$# noddin in front of the Methodon clinics
We thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in me

It's that Brownsville %#@! wit a splash of trinny in me
All I need is a hammer, and a clip load
I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code

It's the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto
rippin heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro
Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal %#@! of these

OG's
what's poppin ^!$$%


[HOOK]

[Styles]
We can beef I don't give a $#&@
Cuz if you kill me, I got ^!$$%s that'll bend up your son

It's the world's most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the
gun
To tell the truth I prefer the knife
cuz he physical ^!$$%

I go in your chest I show you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill your mother
and I don't care if I die
Cuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother
dog, I had a hard life

and I'm in love with the pain
Thug in the game wit !@(% and hard white
Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off
leave a hole in your stomach, take a ^!$$% knees off
Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock

$#&@ it dog, then I'm battin you down
don't you ask me what's happenin now
This aint a rerun, ^!$$%s see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns,
what

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS

It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like $#&@ing Jim Conway
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville %#@! and splash of trinny in
me
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate
is strong

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS