Aaaah. Fuck it *echoes* Fuck you *echoes* Come on! Ah
  
  Chorus:
  M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)
  Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
  The way them thug niggaz do they thing
  M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)
  Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
  The way em real niggaz play the game
  *repeat*
  
  Verse One: Billy Danze
  Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. Marks Ave...)
  Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff
  Never the type to screw ya
  Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)
  It's a hundred situations ampin me
  The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family
  (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?
  (Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)
  I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it
  Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it
  (Hell ya) You know the street game
  Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain
  Look both ways before you cross a nigga
  Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga
  He knew wasn't havin shit
  He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click
  (Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis
  And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces
  Nobody cares if your mother cry
  They don't a FUCK if your brother die
  (Don't give a fuck about you)
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*
  These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count
  But it'll be a cold day in hell
  I would never change, my style or my profile
  Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*
  Why do fuckers, motherfuckers
  wanna fuck raound with this livest shit?
  Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
  Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable
  The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent
  I know ya wanna see me dead
  Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head
  Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs
  Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)
  Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya
  Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya
  LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN
  And put your brains on the outside
  to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin
  This nigga can't change(Nah)
  This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)
  The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)
  Never let em get the best of me
  I put the metal to your temple
  and catch the next plane to the West Indies
  
  *spoken:*
  (Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)
  I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing
  This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga
  Y'all motherfuckers better recognize
  
  Lil' Fame over chorus:
  
  First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit
  We your family in the first motherfuckin place
  To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga
  Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz
  Made you for life, nigga
  (That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit.)