salute

uhh, uhh. uhh, uhh. m.o.p. in the house kid, blau! you knowhatimsayin, check this out, lil fame's a trigga nigga, billy danze a trigga nigga, aight? keepin it real, brownsville still nigga, lil fame, a young ass nigga wit talent, thug that move silent, but still remain violent, the brownsville slugger take the m-1 it's truth, general of this hit game, clak, clak, salute, billy danze, index finger exerciser, bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor, raise your right and i'll blaze the living proof, the godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute, since we came here we got to show and prove, the m.o.p. is rugged never smooth, we tearin this shit down just like construction, flip like kilos, with this primo production, no doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor, hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor, and this year, here, niggas can't compare, spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with premier, fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit, a code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted, mr. danzenie and the fame stayin true 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 shit you least expect, 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 shit 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 fucking mouth, same ones, burner on blaze, fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang.