[Intro] Heh Smile nigga, make your face feel good Smile bitch~! Fuck you up
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] What the fuck are you lookin for? Can't a young nigga get money any more? Screw up your face when you see Fitzroy You get shot the fuck on up, bitch boy! What the fuck are you lookin for? Can't a young nigga get money any more? Screw up your face when you see Fitzroy You get shot the fuck on up!
[Lil' Fame] Fall back in this bitch, like I came to get a boost from one of y'all niggaz to help jumpstart my hooptie hoop The wheels on this old-ass piece of shit still rollin, I just needed some 10-Dub 40 Shorty, fall back, 'fore I fuck around and pop a hot one plus eight up in your gut I'll see you, up in ICU with the motherfuckin Diggy Doc staple in your gut Now why the fuck are you fuckin with me? You ain't heard that I'm sufferin from a disease called Leave-Me-The-Fuck-Alone? The only way to cure it is to leave me the fuck alone! It's the 13th letter (M) 15th letter (O) 16th letter (P) y'all niggaz know the acronym I'm backed by them, read the murder report Crashed around yo' ass sprawled out on the floor It's
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] What the fuck are y'all lookin for?! Can't stomp a motherfucker out no more? Tell the police it was them Mo. P boys You get shot the fuck on up, bitch boy! What the fuck are y'all lookin for?! Never seen a nigga sprawled out homeboy Screw up your face when you see Fitzroy You get shot the fuck on up!
[Chorus 2X: Billy Danze] GET YO' BITCH ASS OUTTA MY FACE You fuckin with a nigga with no time to waste (We get) hot on yo' ass, nigga cut to chase (It's me) Coppertop to knock somethin out of place
[Billy Danze] We need order 'round this motherfucker 'fore somebody get slaughtered 'round this motherfucker {*whistling*} Who know the game, who bang, who aim for the sport Who rearrange and change your whole frame of thought And keep niggaz off balance And silencers show niggaz raw talent In violence who remind you of sin? (Mo. P'z) Who remind you that Brooklyn's on the map baby? (Mo. P'z!) We showed you how to grip quick from your hip click get at a nigga in the center of his back baby (Mo. P'z) Look tell him we are your providers When you needed yo' ass whupped you ain't had to look hard to find us I don't wanna hear about it how you got it (nigga) Or which part of town you're supposed to be runnin (nigga) The truth is we see through kids like you that's frontin Your gangster ain't really that stunnin
[Chorus: Billy Danze] What the fuck are you lookin for? Can't shoot a motherfucker up no more? Tell the police it was them Mo. P boyz You get shot the fuck on up, bitch boy! Now what the fuck are you lookin for? Never seen a nigga sprawled out homeboy Screw up your face when you see Bird Dog You'll get shot the fuck on up!
[Outro: M.O.P.] Yeah, hah~!! Who need they ass whupped? (Hahaha) Who want they motherfuckin ass whupped? You get knocked the fuck on out (who wan' hold one of these) You get knocked the fuck on out You get knocked the fuck on out (bitch boy) Get knocked the fuck on out (bitch boy!) Hehehehehe, y'all know how the game go NIGGA! NIGGA! NIGGA! NIGGA! NIGGA! Mo. P'z up in this bitch nigga HAI! Oh, P, eh, heh, oh, hooo