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M.O.P. in the house kid Blau, you know what I'm sayin', check this out Li'l Fame's a trigga nigga Billy Danze a trigga nigga Ain't keepin it real, Brownsville still nigga Li'l Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent Thug that move silent but still remain violent The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth General of this hit game, clak clak, salute Billy Danze, index finger exerciser Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof The godfather to truth, clak clak, salute Since we came here we got to show and prove The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth We tearin' this shit down just like construction Flip like kilos with this Primo production No doubt, hit 'em wit that hill top flavor Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor And this year here, niggas can't compare Spectators, haters, 'cuz we're fuckin' with Premier Fillin' 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit A code red, the dope shit got you niggas addicted Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin' true to this game Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta M.O.P. guaranteed to keep bringin' this dopeness For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin' toasters On all coastses, north to south, east to west Got high clientele for shit you least expect M.O.P. from the hill kid what you tryin' to tell me Still grippin' mo' steel, a machine gun deli I mention and flinching and waitin' for you to duck the gate And sellin' shit that I won't tolerate Wassup? My whole team's in the house The gat is one five four five not four fives in your fucking mouth Same ones, burner on blaze Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin' my thang