[Intro]

Old man: I know these niggas ain't out here trying to start no motherfucking block party

M.O.P.: Come on! Oh!

Old man: This is shit is outta contr- you motherfuckers better turn this music down. Listen, I'm tired of you young ass Marxmen niggas. Man, I'll go and get my motherfucking ratchet and I'll bust a cap in that ass. Listen, if you young ass niggas ain't off my stoop by the time I get back, I'ma air your ass out

[Verse One: Lil Fame]

I

Love myself

I ain't shit

Fuck yo' self

Cause you let fakes and snakes

And them imposters sit back and make an ass out ya

Fizroy

Jamal ask about ya

And he said to get back at him

And get back at him

Fizroy show 'em where you stand cause these niggas is getting out of hand

Okay...I

Murder your staff, murder your squad, straight dirty your shirt

Pop three up in back from afar

You get a brand new 2003 hearse courtesy of Jamal

(Chrome rims and all)

You heard

Nigga did I stutter?

Semi-automatic plugger

Uh, stressed in the gutter

Left with a hole in your back 'bout the size and the shape

Jigga made with his hands on the Dynasty cover

Mr. Banger

Call that anger

Seems to me you got low self esteem in ya gangsta

Bitch boy

You don't want war

So please stop telling me you kill duke, you sound unsure

You know who the family is

(It's the M.O.P. it is)

The Brownsville animal kid

And the cat you allegedly killed, incredibly ill

So whoever you bring better be real

Fizzy Wo' [?]

[Hook]

When you see me you see all my (niggas!)

I don't give a fuck about none of you (niggas!)

Don't say it to her just say it to me (nigga!)

Don't say it to him just say it to me (nigga!)

As a matter of fact, fuck all of you (niggas!)

The meat man will come and get all of you (niggas!)

I'm tired of fucking around with you young ass (niggas!)

Punk ass (niggas!)

Fuck y'all (niggas!)

[Verse Two: Billy Danze]

I love myself

(Do you really?

Do you hear me when I tear you out your back, do you feel me?)

Hell yeah, I travel and the O.G. secrets

I show love to all thugs when I'm always on defense

(You gotta watch these leeches

They carry nines in they waistline in the back by they spine when they creeping)

I got 'em

(No warning shots?)

Shit

When I let off, I plan to knock a motherfucker head off

Bonk, bonk, bonk!

I spit three before his grip get firm

Bonk, bonk!

And two more at whoever act like they concerned

Bonk!

One to let him wonder if I'm empty

(You got sixteen left)

I hope he tempt me

Now

Bonk!

That's to let him know it can get drastic

Bonk!

That's for trying to detour the traffic

Bonk!

That's cause you a straight faggot bastard

Bonk!

That's your Easy Pass to a casket

Bonk!

That's for acting like you don't know the name

Bonk!

That's for acting like this shit is a game

Bonk!

That's for closing your eyes when you aim

Bonk!

That's for trying to fuck with Lil' Fame

Now, no (no!), body (body!) (nobody)

Will eat

Nobody will sleep

We running the street

You might wanna pick your weight up

(And pick your eight up)

Before you get your ass ate up, straight up

P.S

[Hook]

Now that you see me, you see my (niggas!)

I told you not to fuck with me and my (niggas!)

You can fuck with her don't fuck with me (nigga!)

You can fuck with him don't fuck with me (nigga!)

Like I said before, motherfuck you (niggas!)

I slap the snot, blood and ideas outta all you (niggas!)

I had to bring it to you little sissy ass

Pissy ass

Bitchy ass

Fuck y'all!

Fuck all you

[Outro: Old drunk man]

Aye I-aye. Come here man. Come here. Come here baby. Give me five dollars baby. I want to get me a pint of Georgia Vodka. I mean, you know, Smirnoff or something. A, a little Smirnoff. Come on baby I ain't never hurt nobody. Just saying. Damn nigga. All I want is a taste. Nigga it just a taste. What the fuck wrong with you? I ain't like you nigga anyhow. Aye Graddy, Graddy. Get my motherfucking ratchet. Fuck y'all