[Hook: Lil' Fame]
I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man
Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta
Fo' my niggas that can relate, Mo. P salute ya
SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggas
Dem niggas that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya
Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo'
(Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin
I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on
But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone
We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em)
Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em)
And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s
Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s
IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill
Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal
Since money make your world go 'round, that's true
And money make you do the dumb shit that you do
(WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu?
How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew?
Weak niggas will fall, whack niggas will fail
Live niggas prevail, YES YES Y'ALL
[Hook] - Billy Danze
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade
It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard
My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today
IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May
(OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers
(OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker
(CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight
Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock?
I ain't talkin no autograph written
Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins
Y'all niggas know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta
Run on up like death, got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga
It's a rudebwoy awakening
M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga!
[Hook] - Billy Danze
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back like hoopty nigga
Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that
Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga
[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
Y'all can't control that, you niggas is so whack
Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA)
You niggas need to know that, me and the homey run rap
You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA)
[Verse 5: Sheritha Lynch]
Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me
Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze)
What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch
The AK (ay) Sheritha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint
To get it'll take a little sense
I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent
And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G)
You and your homies can hold these!