KICK ASS!
  
  First Family!
  
  [Chorus: M.O.P.]
  Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all
  M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all
  So these niggaz can't touch y'all
  FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all
  
  [Verse One: Billy Danze]
  Good evening, you contaminated semen
  I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)
  I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
  (Family) Disbelieving we're
  (forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
  Yes yes y'all!
  I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song
  You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
  I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
  We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
  I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
  And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches
  As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
  It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve
  but I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)
  Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
  I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
  We appreciate the fake love
  Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son
  Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!
  
  [Chorus] - 2X
  
  [Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
  I'm bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!)
  When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero
  I'm not just a rap AR-tist
  I'm also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
  And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
  Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist
  (Now that's an artist!) I leave 'em left out
  with his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out
  (No doubt!) I still do the same thing
  Streey life is still a Fame game
  What you thought the game changed?
  I hang out and break day until the street lights go off
  Or the heat pipe go off (BOOM!)
  It's what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!)
  What's the sound when the steel pop? (BOOM!)
  Bitch! I will dismiss you
  You got issues, deal witcho issues
  I look 'em dead in the face, pop one in 'em
  and knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake
  I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all, and creep back through
  And if he's stretched I'm like yes yes y'all
  
  [Chorus] - 2X