Aaaah. Fuck it, Fuck you, Come on! Ah      Chorus:    M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)   Billy Danze: Can't nobody change   The way them thug niggaz do they thing   M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)   Billy Danze: Can't nobody change   The way em real niggaz play the game   *repeat*      Verse One: Billy Danze   Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)   Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff   Never the type to screw ya   Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)   It's a hundred situations ampin me   The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family   (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?   (Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)   I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it   Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it   (Hell ya) You know the street game   Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain   Look both ways before you cross a nigga   Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga   He knew wasn't havin shit   He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click   (Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis   And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces   Nobody cares if your mother cry   They don't a FUCK if your brother die    (Don't give a fuck about you)      Chorus      Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*   These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count   But it'll be a cold day in hell   I would never change, my style or my profile   Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*   Why do fuckers, motherfuckers   wanna fuck around with this livest shit?   Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)   Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable   The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent    I know ya wanna see me dead    Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head   Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs   Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)   Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya   Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya   LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN   And put your brains on the outside   to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin   This nigga can't change(Nah)   This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)   The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)   Never let em get the best of me   I put the metal to your temple   and catch the next plane to the West Indies      (Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)   I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing   This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga   Y'all motherfuckers better recognize      Lil' Fame over chorus:      First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit   We your family in the first motherfuckin place   To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga   Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz   Made you for life, nigga   (That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit.)