[Intro]

Okay, 7-1-8, Brownsville, what the fuck you want, niggas?

New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker

Yeah (Uh), M.O.P. for life (Yeah)

Radio (First Family), niggas never play us

Uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh, fire), uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]

Direct from the concrete jungle, troops (First Family)

Survivors of the struggle, duke

Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise

You fuckin with the original back street boys

Billy, that's the nigga name, he been trained

To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs

He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain

He's restricted from the games, he's for real

(We love you, Billy) You've been missin' the man

Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze

Praise him, the most highest

He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family

What, y'all niggas wanna try us?

Down in Brooklyn 'til his motherfuckin' life expire

Listen, this world revolves around

Niggas that rob and steal and deal and kill for thrills and

How could you refuse the Danze?

It's hard to confuse the Danze, he's a very unusual man

With or without a plan to outshine those that shine

Just gimme mine, you understand? (Yo)

[Chorus: M.O.P.]

It's the legendary M.O.P. 

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though

Calm down (Get back)

Calm down (Get back)

And we have the constitutional rights to bear arms

To flare arms whenever we fear harm

So calm down (Get back)

Calm down (Get back)

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]

Fizzy Wo magnificent (Rock, rock on)

You dead wrong to think I got caught in the storm

I got cats like you wild, you mad

I put it down slick as Nu Nile without a durag

Look, y'all niggas is bitch-made, switchblades

Walkin' 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid

Ba-bump, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low

You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump, ho

Ease back, fall back

See this nine M-double? All black

Everybody's a killer, y'all wack

Here's a clip full, you can have all that

In fact, hold this instead, 'cause I wrap

Aluminum bats around niggas' heads

You see it Brooklyn, you heard?

I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd

Y'all niggas act like y'all came here to shoot

I kick all y'all ass with the same pair of boots

Witness the game unfurl, don't be another

Reject, fuck around and get eject from the world

[Chorus: M.O.P.]

It's the legendary M.O.P. 

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though

Calm down (Get back)

Calm down (Get back)

'Cause we have the constitutional rights to bear arms

To flare arms whenever we fear harm

So calm down (Get back)

Calm down (Get back)