In the year 2000...
 {M-O-P} still bangin
 {Firing Squad!}
 {The last generation...}
 Hey, hey, hey, hey
 All right let me brake it down one for time for you
 You motherfuckers
 Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games

 [Lil' Fame]
 Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
 N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
 And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
 Bitch don't get in my way
 Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
 Fight along with the shell aces
 Holler if you hear me
 I turn your head into a skeleton skull
 And leave it hollow if you hear me
 I keep it funky, understand me son
 I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
 Niggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
 With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
 What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
 But I'm hear to fuck up your day do
 Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
 I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin

 [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
 International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
 Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
 We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
 Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
 International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
 Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
 We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
 Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call

 [Billy Danze]
 Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
 B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
 Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
 Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
 Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
 Just make it loud and clear
 Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga
 I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
 You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
 Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
 I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)
 Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
 Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
 At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
 We burn pipes, it's over

 [Chorus]

 [Lil' Fame]
 I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
 Nigga feel me, I want my goons
 Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
 Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit
 Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit
 (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
 We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
 Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker

 [Billy Danze]
 Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
 Move wit our peeps
 Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
 I put my life on the line every step of the way
 It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
 Okay, now that we establish that
 Nigga where the fuck that money at
 I know you got it, and I want it Jack
 Just give me half of that
 Take the other half and get yourself another pack
 And I'll be back for that