Cheah   Know what this shit sound like right niggas?   That old gun out music in the hood right?   You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga   My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah   Get low in the building, y'know, nigga   Let's do it, c'mon, yo      It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on   Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga   You could pass me to baby's zoo   One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah      Get it clear, now why they lookin' for Saddam   Weapons of mass destruction is here   I got a few in my hood   In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could      Or would, pull sket on me   I could show you first hand what's a felony   And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing   I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming      This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game   Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came   It's R.O.C. and M.O.P.   I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team      My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC   But yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a bitch   When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here   Why the fuck you throw it over there      The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don   Gangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm   Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars   Now you got your 2-Pac costume on      First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs   This M.O.P. nigga we put it down   Motherfuckers trying to figure me out   Wanna see what a nigga be 'bout      But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last   And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck   Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour   Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.      Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin'   The Ville still gunnnin'   Runnin' I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair   It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there      Put me in a position to blast   I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass   So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you   To small pieces and FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces      We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you   Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you   Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the shine   'Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga      In '87, I started my career   I'll jump back and get it goin' this year   I live my life, in crime time bitch   And that's about the size of it