Lyrics:

Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house kid
BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil Fame`s a trigga [bad word] Billy Danze a trigga [bad word] Aight? Keepin it real
Brownsville still [bad word] 
[Lil Fame]
Lil Fame, a young as* [bad word] wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it`s [bad word] General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute

[Billy Danze]
Billy Danze, index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and I`ll blaze the living proof
The godfather to [bad word]  clak, clak, salute

[Lil Fame]
Since we came here we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. [bad word] never smooth
We tearin this sh*t down just like [bad word] Flip like kilos, with this Primo production

[Billy Danze]
No doubt, hit `em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, niggas [bad word] Spectators, haters, cuz we`re f**kin with Premier

[Lil Fame]
Fillin `em up wit raps in fact they can`t get wit
code red, the dope [bad word]  got you niggas addicted
Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin [bad word] to this game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
M.O.P. guranteed to keep bringin this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for sh*t you least expect

[Billy Danze]
M.O.P. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me
Still grippin mo` steel, a machine gun deli
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin sh*t that I won`t tolerate
WSUP?! My whole team`s in the house
The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5`s in your f**king mouth
Same ones, burner on blaze
f**k a memory, y`all remember me for bustin my thang...