[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 ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy   Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy   You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta   You niggas 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 ass, kid   Billy Danz, the o.g.   The nigga that you fake-ass 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 fuckin tec   In '93 I calmed down   But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased   Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty   Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy   Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat   Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street   You niggas ain't livin trife   And rappers that's claimin that they underground   I put they ass under ground for life   Wait, I'ma set that ass straight   Herbs only perpetrate   But look, my burner don't discriminate   All race, creed, shape, breed   Anytime's fine with me   You fuckin f.a.g.      (Front, I make it a thrill to kill)   (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)      [Lil' Fame]   Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game   It's M.O.P., nigga, 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 niggas gotta get it like Jason got his   Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged   Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change   Another nigga smoked, oh Lord   Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog   Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama   Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama   You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please   A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece   So all you niggas start makin tracks   Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks   I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me   It's the one and only, and M.O.P.   Gunsmoke when I defeat a man   Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man      [Billy Danzini]   Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk   Only with my muthafuckin 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 shit is he tryin to pull?   All you bitch-ass niggas 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, bitch nigga, I get down   What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell   So one of you bitch niggas 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 niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas   The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger   Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell   About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail   They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull   That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull