[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]
  You fake rappers get the boot
  Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
  I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
  Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
  You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
  You niggas don't want it with the Famester
  Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid
  I'm ready to blast, kid
  Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid
  Billy Danz, the o.g.
  The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see
  I'm willin to die for my respect
  If I have to I will let
  So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec
  In '93 I calmed down
  But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased
  Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
  Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
  Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
  Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
  You niggas ain't livin trife
  And rappers that's claimin that they underground
  I put they ass under ground for life
  Wait, I'ma set that ass straight
  Herbs only perpetrate
  But look, my burner don't discriminate
  All race, creed, shape, breed
  Anytime's fine with me
  You fuckin f.a.g.
  
  (Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
  (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)
  
  [Lil' Fame]
  Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game
  It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name
  I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps
  When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump
  Because we're goin all out, word to Miz
  You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his
  Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged
  Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
  Another nigga smoked, oh Lord
  Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
  Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama
  Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama
  You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
  A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
  So all you niggas start makin tracks
  Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks
  I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me
  It's the one and only, and M.O.P.
  Gunsmoke when I defeat a man
  Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man
  
  [Billy Danzini]
  Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk
  Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk
  See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman
  Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin
  Fake gnagstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full
  What kinda shit is he tryin to pull?
  All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked
  Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec
  I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground
  Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down
  What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
  So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell
  M.O.P. goin out till the end
  This is how we separate the boys from the men
  Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas
  The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
  Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
  About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail
  They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
  That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull