* includes a sample of the Beastie Boys song No Sleep `til Brooklyn
[Intro]
HAHAHAHAHA!
Ha Firing squad nigga! Raise, motherfuckin Cain!
(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
Aiyyo.. hahahahaha
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Look, I have suffered, severe trauma
Had to creep through the streets of the `Ville
with my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt
I put it work `til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it`s) Berk`
Present it, soldier style
And the world`s on my shoulders now
I be fightin for my life on trial..
.. simply because my daughter, has the world`s warmest smile
(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now
Can`t nobody stop me, block me or hold me down
(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker
(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
(AHHHHHHHHH!) I`m a motherfucker
(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES
Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain`t nuttin changed Duke
Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)
Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{What`s on your mind this morning?}
{*scratched: Ladies and gentlemen*}
Klak klak!
{*Beastie Boys: No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)*}
{*Beastie Boys: No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)*}
[Verse Two: Lil` Fame]
Ah one-two y`all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?
(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that`s the wrong side to be on
(Fizzy Wo`!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on
With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on
(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans
You`re the type of fool that I might pee on
Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on
I`m never gon` forget you like the late Prince Leon
I keep a gat in the stash, in case it`s gon` be on
Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)
You`re last when I cock back and I dump three on
I put putholes through the door of his black Neon
Please nigga, don`t fuck around and get beat on
Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure
(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won`t believe it
It`s the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)
[Chorus]
[Danze] Hear me though!
[Fame] YEAH! (hey hey hey hey)
[Verse Three: M.O.P.]
[Fame] SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill
[Will] SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack
[Fame] WE`RE BACK! To irritate you niggaz (how`s that?)
[Fame] You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)
[Fame] IN FACT! Check the pose
[Will] Can`t nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL
[Fame] Round this motherfucker
[Will] First Fam (not your average Joe)
[Will] Still put it down (like we put it down befo`)
[Will] No (NAH) no!
[Fame] Nigga hold weight
[Will] Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)
[Will] It`s kinda ill yo
[Fame] We rep the `Ville so?
[Will] Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro
[Fame] It don`t matter to me
[Will] I`d rather it be
[Fame] One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)
[Fame] That`s how it`ll be
[Will] You niggaz get no love in here
[Fame] We stuck in the streets
[Will] We`ll keep it undercover here
... c`mon! C`mon!
{What`s on your mind this morning?}
{*scratched: Ladies and gentlemen*}
Klak klak!
{M - O - P!} {Re-real niggaz, hit `em with that Hilltop Flava}
{*Beastie Boys: No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)*}
{*Beastie Boys: No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)*}
HAHAHAHA, yeah!
