(4x) It's the Out Posse neva smooth M fuckin O P on the move
[ Fame ] The M.O.P.'s about to run you couldn't shun this I'm rappers with the dumbness Because I got no feelings, I this Takin you propers, we comin And now we (take money money) Yeah, you motherfuckin Lil' Fame's removin MC's like Droppin that shit MC's couldn't search 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 Herbs can't it, and a real nigga got to love it nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame Still bustin brain Yeah! doin the thang team keepin it phat How about hardcore? (Yeah! we it raw) here is more of that Don't be amazed if left in a daze M.O.P. is in the place, so you best behave
[ Lil' ] I'm ready and all for you that wanna get it on Cause when we get it on, competators is gettin torn Straight up and down, that was for all em With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you em, nigga Rappers, I rip em in half, they get with math Or the ruggedness be bumpin on the ave So get the cash out, I put your out the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out They can't fuck with that shit that we be on it Hardcore, got your mama and hoppin on it And once a make a record Bitches be fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked Billy pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke I'ma smoke till I I niggaz bluff when I puff the lala I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye When I will I get busy, kid? (no doubt) When I rap do I get busy, (no doubt) Is M.O.P. motherfuckers out? (no doubt) Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them talk about? have me jack or disrespect sumthin The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna sumthin Because we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the We it rugged neva smooth
[ Billy ] Aiyo! let's it to they ass kid! Nah - while we came We're international, niggaz know the I'm Billy (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!) I represent the 1-5-4 5 It's M.O.P., and you we stay strapped So when you bustin, motherfucker, be bustin back I hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift I'm bugged, you can catch a slug my Smith I put herbs out of they And a lotta in hip hop with props cant't get with me I had my ever since I was a little kid For all the ill shit I done did I've down for years and years to come The nigga that you're hearin ain't the one Now if you're real, motherfuckers, stand (Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Danze I realize, that guys will take a look at our size But there's more what meets your eyes From through motherfuckin Sunday M.O.P. will be bringin that motherfuckin