(4x) It's the Mash Out neva smooth M O fuckin P on the move
[ Fame ] The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't this I'm leavin rappers the dumbness I got no feelings, I done this Takin you propers, we right And now we gotta (take money) Yeah, you motherfuckin Lil' Fame's removin MC's like Droppin that shit that MC's couldn't and find Not if you was a golddigger I'm a bad - nah! let me Yo Bill, me down, nigga
[ Billy ] M fuckin O P keep it rugged can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it Ain't changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame Still bustin brain Yeah! doin the thang Home team keepin it How about some (Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of Don't be if you're left in a daze M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps behave
[ Fame ] I'm ready and all for you niggaz that get it on Cause when we get it on, only is gettin torn Straight up and down, was for all em niggas With your gang truce, or whatever the you call em, nigga Rappers, I rip em in half, they can't get math Or the ruggedness be bumpin on the ave So get the out, I put your glass out Throw the out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it Hardcore, got your mama and hoppin on it And once a nigga a record Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, get this dick and go naked Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I I'ma smoke till I I niggaz bluff when I puff the lala Then I put niggaz to rest boom bye bye When I snap will I get busy, (no doubt) When I rap do I get busy, (no doubt) Is M.O.P. motherfuckers out? (no doubt) Is it raw? (yeah!) so the fuck them niggaz talk about? Don't have me jack or disrespect The M.O.P. a nigga wanna wreck sumthin Because we show em and prove the M.O.P. is the move We keep it rugged smooth
[ Billy ] Aiyo! let's take it to ass kid! Nah - while we came We're international, niggaz the name I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad (plow!) I the 1-5-4 fuckin 5 It's M.O.P., and you know we stay So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my I put out of they myseries And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get me I had my ever since I was a little kid For all the ill Hill I done did been down for years and years to come The nigga you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please (Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy I realize, that real guys take a look at our size But there's more than what meets eyes Monday through motherfuckin Sunday M.O.P. be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay