It's impossible to get them all  but I got the main ones.

 Aaaah. Fuck it *echoes* Fuck you *echoes* Come on! Ah

 Chorus:
 M.O.P.: Its the way of the world  right? (Aaaah)
 Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
 The way them thug niggaz do they thing
 M.O.P.: Its the way of the world  right?(Huhhh)
 Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
 The way em real niggaz play the game
 *repeat*

 Verse One: Billy Danze
 Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)
 Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff
 Never the type to screw ya
 Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)
 It's a hundred situations ampin me
 The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family
 (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?
 (Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)
 I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it
 Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it
 (Hell ya) You know the street game
 Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain
 Look both ways before you cross a nigga
 Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga
 He knew wasn't havin shit
 He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click
 (Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis
 And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces
 Nobody cares if your mother cry
 They don't a FUCK if your brother die
 (Don't give a fuck about you)

 Chorus

 Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*
 These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count
 But it'll be a cold day in hell
 I would never change, my style or my profile
 Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*
 Why do fuckers, motherfuckers
 wanna fuck around with this livest shit?
 Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
 Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable
 The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent
 I know ya wanna see me dead
 Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head
 Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs
 Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)
 Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya
 Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya
 LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN
 And put your brains on the outside
 to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin
 This nigga can't change(Nah)
 This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)
 The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)
 Never let em get the best of me
 I put the metal to your temple
 and catch the next plane to the West Indies

 *spoken:*
 (Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)
 I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing
 This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga
 Y'all motherfuckers better recognize

 Lil' Fame over chorus:

 First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit
 We your family in the first motherfuckin place
 To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga
 Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz
 Made you for life, nigga
 (That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit