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A yo what up sport, guess who back on the scene The human being cannon with the infrared beam Before the song move on I’m lettin' you know I’m still in the ville and I’m still lettin' it go So yo, crews with your official rap dues Got Genovera's sayin' who the fuck is that dude? The family it's M.O.P, the world famous Danzinie Used your lethal and a swift Never the game, 'cause game is partially gift but partially lame Bringin' back, hardcore raps to the atmosphere Me and my man makin' hits with premier You faggots ain’t doin' it right, so here’s the [unverified] From the firing squad, we’re trigga nigga stripes I’m fishin' the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right My niggas is tight downtown swinga I’m international Bell ringin' International Downtown swingin' I’m international Bell ringin' International Downtown swingin' Crooklyn, that's where it happen at nigga True, bonafied thoroughbred hilfigga Code name, Fizzy Womack breakin' shackles Tackle yo ass like Bo Jack It's goin' down I’m feelin' it, thrilin' it, killin' it it’s over One soldier that moves militant it's Lil' Fame [unverified] So when I die make sure you bury me with a cassette of to tha death It's time to face you, lace you, erase you The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you I’m international, bell ringin' international Downtown swingin', comin' to bust gats When I bust raps I keep heads bobbin’ Doin' this for crooklyn mobbin' and robbin' Strugglin', slingin' that crack rock Jugglin', keepin' then crack spots bubblin' Downtown swinga I’m international Bell ringin' International Downtown swingin' I’m international Bell ringin' International Downtown swingin' I’m ready wiling and I’m able records run worldwide like cable With rough sales to shut down your whole record label Commin' at this whole industry and wouldn’t give a fuck If you’re platinum, M.O.P. commin' at them Makin' soloist acts and rap crews retire We bring it to 'em raw and my squad start to fire It's a gunman’s festival, still turnin' all fools to vegetables You fuckin' wit' professionals My people desire the line of fire, kid it’s to options You either get the fuck up out of dodge or get to poppin' I’m stoppin' herbs from rockin', fake hip hoppin' Gangster boy boppin' is fuckin' up the game I and fame claim downtown is on The underworlds pearls settin' on the throne It's on and you niggas be killin' me Facin' relativity you can see the downtown swingas