[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Ayo, let's do it for the hood
Where there's✦ a lotta✦ homicides at
Where killers ride at and OG's reside✦ at
It's rugged,✦ son, I love it, son, I see it every✦ day (This one is full)
Fuck that, we'll find another✦ way to play
So don't mistake me for no rap artist
Listen,✦ old dude is from the old school
He abide✦ by the old rules✦
And our pro-tools is 38 longs (Uh-huh)✦
The crime rate will inflate✦ and the murder✦ rate is strong
How could we get along?✦
And you doing this underhanded faggot✦ shit, you faggot✦ bitch
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, motherfucker
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
You keep thinkin' when I flow, pa, it's a wrap
But when your ass get beat with 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 fucked✦ up, career✦ finished
Got they ass noddin'✦ in front of the Metho-don clinics (Yeah)
We thug it all day, but it ain't the Henny✦ in me
It's that Brownsville✦ shit with a splash of Trinny✦ in me
All I need is a hammer,✦ and a clip load
I'll stomp through whatever state, borough,✦ zip code
It's the M.O.P. mashin'✦ through your ghetto✦
Rippin'✦ heavy✦ metal✦ (We ruff ryde) with Paniro✦
Listen✦ up, y'all better✦ respect the criminal shit of these OG's
What's poppin',✦ nigga?✦
[Chorus: StylesP, Lil'Fame & Billy Danze]
Don't you ever✦ try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles✦
Bucka-bucka-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow✦
This is for the hood and niggas✦ that's wild
Bucka-bucka-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow✦
If you 'bout to die or you blowin'✦ the trial
Bucka-bucka-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow✦
We're gangsta ass niggas✦ that been flowin'✦ awhile✦
Bucka-bucka-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow✦
[Verse 4: Styles P]
We can beef, I don't give a fuck
'Cause if you kill me, I got niggas✦ that'll bend up your son
It's the world's most gutterest (You know what it is)
Paniro✦ the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun
To tell the truth I prefer✦ the knife (That's what I prefer)✦
'Cause it physical, nigga✦
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 (I don't care)
'Cause all that mean is that I'm going to join my little brother✦
Dog, I had a hard life
And I'm in love with the pain
Thug in the game with heroin✦ and hard white
Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off
Leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga✦ knees off
Face gets splattered around, too many✦ cops for the Glock
Fuck it, dawg, then I'm battin'✦ you down
Don't you ask me what's happenin' now
This ain't a rerun✦
Niggas✦ see P gun, I'm clappin' you clowns, what
[Outro]
You don't wanna✦ touch this
It's Paniro✦ the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway✦
You don't wanna✦ touch this
It's Lil Fizzy✦ with that Brownsville✦ shit and a 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