[Chorus: Lil` Fame, Billy Danze]
Power (power) power
(M dot O dot P devour) our
(Loyalty is royalty boss
We roll through wit tremendous force and bring)
(Power) power (power)
M dot O dot P devour (our)
Family stick to the plan (we) we
(Will) will (stand) stand, stand
[Billy Danze]
You motherf**ers gotta deal wit the consequences (for sure)
I`m takin no prisoners under no conditions (for sure)
I`m on a one way mission to hell, I`m missin details
Thinkin of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell
(I know they want to see you fail)
f** `em, tell `em see me
I come through wit two, hands full of fire, don`t see me
You can find me on the back blocks (in BK)
I be posted up at the crack spots (all day)
Where the sun don`t shine, we immune to the rain
In the blood, sweat & tears, from the years in the game
My connection to Fame, is immortal
Them bullsh** we fought through
(Remember what them Old Timerz taught you)
Treat fee like royalty, the First Family, about loyalty
Don`t let a n***a change that, or rearrange that
(If a n***a try to change that)
You know where to aim at
[Chorus]
[Lil` Fame]
This is it y`all, I don`t hold back
I`ma roll back, co*k your four back, it`s Womack n***a
Pack guns, back gems, sold crack n***a
I know the drug game but I chose rap, n***a
You want that raw sh**, well it rock right here
You want that iced out sh**, it`s not right here
'cause it drop right here, I`m top of the line
You at your borderline, how wack your sh**, stop right here
Fizzy Wo`, spittin on n***as
I drop diarrhea, watery sh**tin on n***as
We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it`s Groundhog Day
And dump rounds all day (run up)
I`mma f** ya funnel
This ain`t no motherf**in jam, b**h, squeeze ya gun up
(First Fam) Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme
That`s what the f** I call a street team, we bring
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze] (Lil` Fame)
Stand up for the Family (shut sh** down)
Bodies pop up (close shop up)
Some thugs want to waste us (but them thugs won`t face us)
'cause our guns don`t discriminate (and the slugs ain`t racist)
(Pull a co*k, back on it, n***a act on it
My blue steel shine, like I push a `llac on it
No serial numbers, so it gotta scratch on it
And it make slugs travel like I put a Mack on it)
When we where just little boys (we seen the big picture)
Stuck down in the bottom (so we wrote our own scripture)
Surrounded by my n***as (day in and day out)
Got into sh** to get figgas and couldn`t find a way out
(Them Old Timerz in the hood)
They understand why we were always up to no good
(we was crying for help)
It`s your everyday bring out, born in the middle of society`s mess
Motherf**er, I possess