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All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all gangs combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March
One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy Mo will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get your man vexed, you'll get stretched
Pronto
Bill and Faye make magic like the man in Eddie Sancho
(Show 'em your big kid)
I don't know, getting ready for war
Parlaying with Ebony and Cloyde
Fools wanna surround me with jealousy and war
I'm not worryin' me, what you want to bury me for?
I'm tired of fools askin' me if M.O.P. stands for
Monkeys on Parole
And how many copies did the first album M.O.P. to the death sold
And if, how about some hardcore with gold
What up with these R&B cats nowadays
Rockin' do-rags with braids
(They fuck that now!)
Singers wanna be gangstas, gangstas wanna be rappers
Well Fizz is gonna be Famesta, Famesta's gonna be Slappa
I been doing this, par
I done stuck tissue in the top of a tank
Just to record Marley Marl
(It's the firing squad!)
Yo (yo!) yo (yo!)
First Family!
For the 2-0-O!
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Aiyo, they stuck me in the line of fire
Where everything is wild
I made 20 dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Man I'm a suspect that play by his own rules
And most dudes can't fit in my shoes
The world needs to know there's only one William Danzini
You synthetic ass niggas can't see me
You Plexiglas ass niggas can't be me
You generic ass niggas won't believe me
(We been trained by the old code)
Talk while you unload
(Jam that suck son!)
I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night
Cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights
I'm still suffering from alcohol abuse
In any beef I ever had I never called a truce
(Damn nigga, you loose!)
I'm just me, I'm sick of tellin' you dudes
(So what it's gon' be?)
Who put them hammers to use
(M.O.P.!)
Is what the ghetto produce
(First Family!)
I'm a predicate, you niggas is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin' is irrelevant
I am devil-sick
All the way live, motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic
When I rapidly
FIRE!
Blast it!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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Crews, listen!
Who is it?
Move! Bounce!
First Family!
Move! Bounce!
Now here's what I want y'all to do for me
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For me
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For me
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Nigga!
Nigga!
Aiyo Preme, hold up, hold up Preme
Pull the motherfuckin' car over
Yo, pull the car over par
Man fuck this traffic
Let me jump out this motherfucker, talk to this bouncer over here
Aiyo par, hold up hold up hold up
Aiyo par, hold up
M.O.P. is who I be
I got some people back here, you know what I mean
I need to dip in here
And we can work it out, you know what I mean?
You see that guy over there with that green shirt on?
Nah, not him, the guy with the M.O.P. shirt on
That's the last man
(How many guys there?)
About 35, 40 people back there
We can work it out, we'll make it happen
Yeah!
But yo, them rowdy dudes over there
I need to go holla at them real quick
And we can make it happen, you know
(We'll pull this motherfucker apart yo)
Yo hold on though, hold on though
Yo, yo let me talk to you for a second man, you know what I mean
Let's go into the side over here, you know what I mean
Our business ain't anybody business, you dig
And we can make it happen par
It's not about doing your thing
It's about doing my motherfuckin' thing
Aight?
First Family for life man
M.O.P. is who we be par
We goin' up in the club, we gon' do our thing man
We gon' enjoy ourselves, aight parna?
Please, keep the gun in your waist man
Tell your man, don't start that shit, aight?
Fo' sho'
Let's go up in here man