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M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, (Aaaah)
Billy Danze: Can't change
The way them thug do they thing
M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)
Billy Can't nobody change
The way em real niggaz the game

Verse Billy Danze
Yo I grew up on an ill (St. ?)
Posted up on the with the real Homicide Staff
Never the type to ya
Just the to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)
It's a situations ampin me
The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at whole fucking family
(Sup, Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?
(Clap, clap) the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)
I been caught in a twice, managed to slip through it
Wacked four niggaz, and I still do it
(Hell ya) You the street game
Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be
Look both before you cross a nigga
Decent families have a nigga, that came across a nigga
He knew wasn't shit
He seen him lick off and kickoff a fucking click
(Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily
And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your
Nobody cares if your cry
They a FUCK if your brother die
(Don't give a about you)

Verse Two: Lil' *rapping to the baseline*
These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't to count
But be a cold day in hell
I would change, my style or my profile
Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat
Why do fuckers,
wanna fuck around with livest shit?
44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
Got a crew to a crew, remarkable
The infinite, wo magnificent
I know ya wanna see me
Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking my head
rest in peace, making money off my rap songs
Callin it the of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)
Fuck that! I the goons out to get ya
Hit ya, and take them knew jacks wit ya
LEAVE EM STINKIN
And put brains on the outside
to the let the see the sheisty shit you was thinkin
This can't change(Nah)
This can't rearrange(Nah)
The way a thug do his (Yeah)
Never let em get the of me
I put the to your temple
and catch the next plane to the Indies

(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)
I wan't y'all niggaz to one motherfuckin thing
This M.O.P. shit is for real,
Y'all better recognize

Fame over chorus:

First Family, nigga. There's a concept that shit
We your family in the first place
To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody,
Get the out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz
you for life, nigga
(That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, quit.)