作曲 : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman (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, mutha****** karate, boy Don't ****** around and make me catch a batty boy You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta You ******s 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 ****** 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 ****** tec In '93 I calmed down But now these so-called gangsta-ass ******s got gased Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty ******, I be your worst nigh**are like I was Freddy ******s be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street You ******s 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 ****** 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 ******s that chastise the game It's M.O.P., ******, 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 ******s gotta get it like Jason got his ******, your whole ******t'll be rearranged Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change Another ****** smoked, oh Lord Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog Ass out for the last ****** that wanted drama Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please A mutha******a like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you ******s start makin tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney mutha******as fakin jacks I go to work for my joint, mutha******a, you know me It's the one and only, and M.O.P. Gunsmoke when I defeat a man Because I smoke mutha******aas like the 9mm man (Billy Danzini) Plow! You ******-ass ******, you better walk Only with my mutha****** 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 ******t is he tryin to pull? All you ******-ass ******s 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, ****** ******, I get down What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell So one of you ****** ******s 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 ******s that's ill ******s that kill ******s The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell About how many mutha******as they blew up in jail They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull That little ******, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull
作曲 : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman (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, mutha****** karate, boy Don't ****** around and make me catch a batty boy You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta You ******s 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 ****** 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 ****** tec In '93 I calmed down But now these so-called gangsta-ass ******s got gased Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty ******, I be your worst nigh**are like I was Freddy ******s be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street You ******s 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 ****** 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 ******s that chastise the game It's M.O.P., ******, 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 ******s gotta get it like Jason got his ******, your whole ******t'll be rearranged Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change Another ****** smoked, oh Lord Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog Ass out for the last ****** that wanted drama Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please A mutha******a like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you ******s start makin tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney mutha******as fakin jacks I go to work for my joint, mutha******a, you know me It's the one and only, and M.O.P. Gunsmoke when I defeat a man Because I smoke mutha******aas like the 9mm man (Billy Danzini) Plow! You ******-ass ******, you better walk Only with my mutha****** 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 ******t is he tryin to pull? All you ******-ass ******s 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, ****** ******, I get down What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell So one of you ****** ******s 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 ******s that's ill ******s that kill ******s The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell About how many mutha******as they blew up in jail They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull That little ******, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull
