Yeah, they talkin about rap
  "We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
  It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine.Its hear its reality, this is our nature.Its how we live."
  
  [Guru]
  
  Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
  Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
  Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
  Word to Laze, big schools and big gats
  You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
  Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
  Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
  Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all
  We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
  Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
  Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
  And brave cops, protect the community
  While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
  Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
  Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you
  question my behavior?
  Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
  I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
  I don't care what these beats my do
  We'll sun you, plus I see right through
  Its way it means to me and M.O.P.
  Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
  
  Chorus:
  
  Holdin it down
  Phony ass rappers
  Dead serious
  Finish em
  (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war
  Heavy artillery, in my vicinty
  *repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
  
  [Billy Danze]
  
  Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit
  As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit
  To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you
  But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do
  It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma
  And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
  (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance
  At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
  I won't stress the blazin
  But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
  (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit
  Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
  (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga?
  (First Family) Come, come on, nigga!
  (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
  For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!
  
  Chorus
  
  [Lil' Fame]
  
  Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
  M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous
  Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
  Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
  I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
  Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
  Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
  Dumped off my first clip at a house party
  I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
  But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
  Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right)
  And the shit gon' benefit the trade
  I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
  Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
  I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)
  Act like you know what I'm about, Salute!
  
  Chorus