[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot

I bump your $$# off quick, so yo, mutha$#&@ karate, boy
Don't $#&@ around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta

You ^!$$%s don't want it with the Famester
Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm ready to blast, kid

Aiyo, let's take it to they $$#, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The ^!$$% that you fake-ass gangstas can't see

I'm willin to die for my respect
If I have to I will let
So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a $#&@in tec

In '93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-ass ^!$$%s got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty

^!$$%, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
^!$$%s be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street

You ^!$$%s ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that they underground
I put they $$# under ground for life

Wait, I'ma set that $$# straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't discriminate

All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You $#&@in f.a.g.


(Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
(Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)


[Lil' Fame]
Here it is for you ^!$$%s that chastise the game

It's M.O.P., ^!$$%, recognize the name
I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps
When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump

Because we're goin all out, word to Miz
You ^!$$%s gotta get it like Jason got his
^!$$%, your whole %#@!'ll be rearranged

Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another ^!$$% smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog

Ass out for the last ^!$$% that wanted drama
Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please

A mutha$#&@a like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you ^!$$%s start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney mutha$#&@as fakin jacks

I go to work for my joint, mutha$#&@a, you know me
It's the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke when I defeat a man

Because I smoke mutha$#&@aas like the 9mm man

[Billy Danzini]

Plow! You (*##$-ass ^!$$%, you better walk
Only with my mutha$#&@in burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman

Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin
Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
What kinda %#@! is he tryin to pull?

All you (*##$-ass ^!$$%s got to be jacked
Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec
I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground

Hillfigure, yo, (*##$ ^!$$%, I get down
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
So one of you (*##$ ^!$$%s is comin up out of his shell

M.O.P. goin out till the end
This is how we separate the boys from the men
Real ^!$$%s that's ill ^!$$%s that kill ^!$$%s

The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
About how many mutha$#&@as they blew up in jail

They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
That little (*##$, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull