[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 a** off quick, so yo, muthaf** karate, boy
Don't f** around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-a** gangsta
You n***as 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 a**, kid
Billy danz, the o.g.
The n***a that you fake-a** 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 f**in tec
In '93 i calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-a** n***as got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
n***a, i be your worst nightmare like i was freddy
n***as be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You n***as ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that they underground
I put they a** under ground for life
Wait, i'ma set that a** straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You f**in f.a.g.
(front, i make it a thrill to k**)
(straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)
[lil' fame]
Here it is for you n***as that chastise the game
It's m.o.p., n***a, 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 n***as gotta get it like jason got his
n***a, your whole sh**'ll be rearranged
Because i'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another n***a smoked, oh lord
Because he just finished watchin 'menace', he musta thougth he was o-dog
Ass out for the last n***a that wanted drama
Because i smoked him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A muthaf**a like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you n***as start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney muthaf**as fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, muthaf**a, you know me
It's the one and only, and m.o.p.
Gunsmoke when i defeat a man
Because i smoke muthaf**aas like the 9mm man
[billy danzini]
Plow! you b**h-a** n***a, you better walk
Only with my muthaf**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 sh** is he tryin to pull?
All you b**h-a** n***as 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, b**h n***a, i get down
What i be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
So one of you b**h n***as 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 n***as that's ill n***as that k** n***as
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
About how many muthaf**as they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
That little b**h, but now he snitched like sammy the bull