M.O.P. in the house kid   Blau, you know what I'm sayin', check this out      Li'l Fame's a trigga nigga   Billy Danze a trigga nigga   Ain't keepin it real, Brownsville still nigga      Li'l Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent   Thug that move silent but still remain violent   The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth   General of this hit game, clak clak, salute      Billy Danze, index finger exerciser   Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor   Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof   The godfather to truth, clak clak, salute      Since we came here we got to show and prove   The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth   We tearin' this shit down just like construction   Flip like kilos with this Primo production      No doubt, hit 'em wit that hill top flavor   Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor   And this year here, niggas can't compare   Spectators, haters, 'cuz we're fuckin' with Premier      Fillin' 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit   A code red, the dope shit got you niggas addicted   Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin' true to this game   Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta      M.O.P. guaranteed to keep bringin' this dopeness   For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin' toasters   On all coastses, north to south, east to west   Got high clientele for shit you least expect      M.O.P. from the hill kid what you tryin' to tell me   Still grippin' mo' steel, a machine gun deli   I mention and flinching and waitin' for you to duck the gate   And sellin' shit that I won't tolerate      Wassup? My whole team's in the house   The gat is one five four five not four fives in your fucking mouth   Same ones, burner on blaze   Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin' my thang