f/ M.O.P.



[Styles]

My style's louder than a stereo

Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers

then show up at the burials

I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and

this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all

Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack

If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition

Don't take it personal

gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my cash

then I'm hurtin you

Got a business gun, wit industry bullets

when it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you

rings is so my contact will break up your man

I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand

I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man

cuz I do things the Don way

it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway

leave no evidence

Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents

what, motherfucker, yeah



[HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.]

Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles

BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

This is for the hood and niggas that's wild

BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial

BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile

BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!



[Billy Danze]

Ayo let's do it for the hood

Where there's alotta homicides at

Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at

It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day

Fuck that, we'll find another way to play

so don't mistake me for no rap artist

missin old dude is from the old school

he abide by the old rules

and our pro-tools, is 38 longs

The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong

How could we get along

and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch

we gotta get you gone, [chapter one]

William Danze songs

All disloyal guys should be shot in they back

once, and left paralyzed [game over now]

You gon change me how

what you thought would happen

when they chained me to Fame and Styles

You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is

L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!



[Fame]

You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap

but when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap

for real, we straight thug it

Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard

Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese

made dope fiends outta school principals and deans

now they all fucked up, career finished

got they ass noddin in front of the Methodon clinics

We thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in me

It's that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in me

All I need is a hammer, and a clip load

I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code

It's the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto

rippin heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro

Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these OG's

what's poppin nigga



[HOOK]



[Styles]

We can beef I don't give a fuck

Cuz if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son

It's the world's most gutterest

Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun

To tell the truth I prefer the knife

cuz he physical nigga

I go in your chest I show you how to murder right

It's deep, I'ma kill your mother

and I don't care if I die

Cuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother

dog, I had a hard life

and I'm in love with the pain

Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white

Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off

leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off

Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock

fuck it dog, then I'm battin you down

don't you ask me what's happenin now

This aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what



YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS

It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS

It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in me

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS

Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS