In the year 2000... (M-O-P) still bangin (Firing Squad!) (The last generation...) Hey, hey, hey, hey All right let me brake it down one for time for you You mother******s Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no mother************* games [Lil' Fame] ************* the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y. N-I-N-E, make *************s M-I-A And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck ************* don't get in my way ************* the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace Fight along with the shell aces Holler if you hear me I turn your head into a skeleton skull And leave it hollow if you hear me I keep it funky, understand me son I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run *************s see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat What the ************* is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute But I'm hear to ************* up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call [Billy Danze] Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer Y'all *************s remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be Just make it loud and clear Come here *************, I can't hear ************* I'm deaf in one ear ************* (yeah *************) You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like We burn pipes, it's over [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system ************* feel me, I want my goons Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean *************t Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green *************t (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother****** [Billy Danze] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets Move wit our peeps Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep I put my life on the line every step of the way It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course Okay, now that we establish that ************* where the ************* that money at I know you got it, and I want it Jack Just give me half of that Take the other half and get yourself another pack And I'll be back for that
In the year 2000... (M-O-P) still bangin (Firing Squad!) (The last generation...) Hey, hey, hey, hey All right let me brake it down one for time for you You mother******s Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no mother************* games [Lil' Fame] ************* the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y. N-I-N-E, make *************s M-I-A And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck ************* don't get in my way ************* the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace Fight along with the shell aces Holler if you hear me I turn your head into a skeleton skull And leave it hollow if you hear me I keep it funky, understand me son I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run *************s see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat What the ************* is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute But I'm hear to ************* up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call [Billy Danze] Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer Y'all *************s remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be Just make it loud and clear Come here *************, I can't hear ************* I'm deaf in one ear ************* (yeah *************) You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like We burn pipes, it's over [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system ************* feel me, I want my goons Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean *************t Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green *************t (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother****** [Billy Danze] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets Move wit our peeps Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep I put my life on the line every step of the way It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course Okay, now that we establish that ************* where the ************* that money at I know you got it, and I want it Jack Just give me half of that Take the other half and get yourself another pack And I'll be back for that
