{*Premier* "Look nigga, you know the name.."} {"Where we from nigga? 718"} {"Brooklyn!" - "M plus O plus P!"} C´mon c´mon, c-c-c´mon! {"M plus O plus P!"}
[Lil´ Fame] Check it out now All games aside, all lames aside I´m a rebel, with all games combined All things in line I ain´t heard of y´all, I´m from Murder March One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark Yo where your burners at? Fizzy Wo´ will raise the heat like a thermostat Don´t get the man vexed, you´ll get scratched, pronto Bill and Fame make magic like Premier and, Eddie Sancho (YO WHERE YOU BEEN KID?) I don´t know, gettin ready for war Parlayin with Ebony and Kwa Foes wanna surround me with jealousy and war
But dem nah worry me, what you wan´ bury me for? I´m tired of fools askin me if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole" And how many copies did the first album "M.O.P.: To the Death" sold? And if "How About Some Hardcore" went gold? What up with these R&B cats nowadays rockin doo-rags with braids (THEY FUCKED UP NOW) Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappers But Fizz is gonna be Famester, Famester´s gonna be slapper I been doin this pah I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape just to record Marley Marl (IT´S THE FIRING SQUAD) Yo (JUMP) yo (JUMP) (FIRST FAMILY) For the two (OH) oh (OHHHHH)
Chorus: M.O.P.
[B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[Billy Danze] Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild I made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrial Now I´m a suspect that play by his own rules And most dudes can´t fit in my shoes The world needs to know it´s only one William Danzini
You synthetic-ass niggaz can´t see me (nope) You plexiglass-ass niggaz can´t be me You generic-ass nigga won´t believe me (WE´VE BEEN TRAINED BY THE OLD CODE) Talk while you unload (???) I try to keep it tight, but I can´t sleep at night cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights I´m still sufferin from alcohol abuse And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce (DAMN NIGGA YOU LOOSE) I´m just me I´m sick of tellin you dudes, so (WHAT IT´S GON´ BE) Who put them hammers to use now (M.O.P.) It´s what the ghetto produce yo (FIRST FAMILY) I´m a predicate, you niggaz is delicate All that bullshit you talkin is irrelevant I am devil sent (BLOW EM DOWN)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit I make it tragic, when I rapdily (FIRE!!) (BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK) BASTARD!
Chorus: M.O.P.
[F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!)
[B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here´s what I want y´all to do, for me