M.O.P.: F.A.G.

[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 ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta You niggas 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 ass, kid Billy Danz, the o.g. The nigga 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 fuckin tec In '93 I calmed down But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street You niggas ain't livin trife And rappers that's claimin that they underground I put they ass under ground for life Wait, I'ma set that ass straight Herbs only perpetrate But look, my burner don't discriminate All race, creed, shape, breed Anytime's fine with me You fuckin 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 niggas that chastise the game It's M.O.P., nigga, 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 niggas gotta get it like Jason got his Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change Another nigga smoked, oh Lord Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you niggas start makin tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me It's the one and only, and M.O.P. Gunsmoke when I defeat a man Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man [Billy Danzini] Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin Fake gnagstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full What kinda shit is he tryin to pull? All you bitch-ass niggas 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, bitch nigga, I get down What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell So one of you bitch niggas 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 niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull