Who Is M.O.P.? - M.O.P.

[ billy danzenie ]
How about some hardcore?
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?

[ verse 1: billy danzenie ]
(yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to chill
And do yourself a favor, dont come nowhere near the hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, itll cost ya
Make you reminisce of frank nitty the enforcer
I move with m.o.p.s last generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, dont try to sneak up on me from behind
Dont sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it aint nothin sweet
Go get your muthafuckin hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
Hes up the hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone

[ lil fame ]
How about some hardcore?
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?

[ verse 2: billy danzenie ]
(yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now Im packin heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is lil fame, muthafucka, slap, lil mallet
When I let off, its a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop niggas like drawers
Niggasll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44s
Im talkin titles when its showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my verse thatll serve
Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs
I aint about givin niggas a chance
And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
Bringin the ruckus, its the neighborhood hoods for the hill thats real
Me and mics, thats unlike niggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause Im puttin niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more

[ billy danzenie ]
How about some hardcore?
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

[ verse 3: billy danzenie ]
Yo, here I am (so what up?) get it on, cocksucker
That nigga bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You muthafuckas gonna know
That I aint nothin to fuck with - duck quick
I squeeze when Im stressed
Them teflonsll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)
You can feel the wrath (saratoga/st. marks ave.)
B-i-l-l-y d-a-n-z-e
N-i-e, me, billy danzenie
(knock, knock) whos there? (lil fame)
Lil fame who? (lil fame, your nigga)
Boom! ease up off the trigger
Its aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we bring the ruckus, right?
We trump tight, aight?
I earned mine, so Im entitled to a title
(7 fuckin 30) that means Im homicidal

[ lil fame ]
How about some hardcore?
(yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)

[ verse 4: lil fame ]
Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but dont excite me
Dont invite me, Im splittin niggas heads where the white be
Try to trash this, this little bastardll blast it
Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets
I aint a phoney, I put the mack in a -roni
I leave you lonely (yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel thats stainless
We came to claim this, and lil famell make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
Cause Im in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o
Im catchin other niggas peepin, shit, I aint sleepin
I roll deep like a muthafuckin puerto-rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like mariah carey
I got shit for niggas that roll bold
Lil fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
Ima kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em

[ lil fame ]
Lil fame up in this muthafucka
Givin shoutouts to my man d/r period
Lazy laz
My man broke ass moe
The whole saratoga ave.
Representin for brooklyn
Most of all my cousin prince leroy, big mal, rest in peace
[ billy danzenie ]
Danzenie up in this muthafucka
Id like to say whats up to the whole m.o.p.
Brooklyn, period
Them niggas that just dont give a fuck
[ o.g. bu-bang
Bet yo ass, nigga
Hey yo, this muthafuckin babyface [name]
Aka o.g. bu-bang
Yo, I wanna say whats up to the whole muthafuckin m.o.p. boyyeee

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