Lights, Camera, Action - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil' Fame]

Wake yo' ass up, nigga

Yeah

Lights, camera, action (YOU'RE ON!)

Come on, floss for 'em, daddy (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)

Come on, ice, platinum (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)

Single drop, I won't flop (Y-Y-YOU'RE GONE!)

Where M.O.P. at? (Come on) Where M.O.P. at? (Come on)

Fuck that, keep it gutter, where M.O.P. at? (Come on)

Where M.O.P. at? (Come on) We right here, still breezy

Still rugged, we ain't leavin', holla "HOLLA!" when you see me

I'm here to address all speculations

N-N-N-N-N-N-N-Now y'all motherfuckers got the game fucked up

And I ain't asking for no explanations

N-N-N-N-N-N-N-Now y'all motherfuckers got the game fucked up, yo

It's the legendary MO-P's, unleashed gutta

Tell whoever don't like it, go suck them mudda

I live a hard knock, hard block life, duke, what up

God come first and my gun come second

(And, and, and) that bitch is right here with me

Don't make me curse your ass out on my record like 50

(We'll stomp the shit out ya) Nigga, my whole team's with me

Big dreams with me, Marksmen with me

Fuck the bullshit you yappin' about

I'll fuck around and put a hole in your head about as big as your mouth

So you might wanna think twice about your kid and your spouse

Take your punk ass back in the house (The gig is up)