Nigggaaahhh M.O.P.

[Intro]
Old man: I know these niggas ain't out here trying to start no motherfucking block party
M.O.P.: Come on! Oh!
Old man: This is shit is outta contr- you motherfuckers better turn this music down. Listen, I'm tired of you young ass Marxmen niggas. Man, I'll go and get my motherfucking ratchet and I'll bust a cap in that ass. Listen, if you young ass niggas ain't off my stoop by the time I get back, I'ma air your ass out

[Verse One: Lil Fame]
I
Love myself
I ain't shit
Fuck yo' self
Cause you let fakes and snakes
And them imposters sit back and make an ass out ya
Fizroy
Jamal ask about ya
And he said to get back at him
And get back at him
Fizroy show 'em where you stand cause these niggas is getting out of hand
Okay...I
Murder your staff, murder your squad, straight dirty your shirt
Pop three up in back from afar
You get a brand new 2003 hearse courtesy of Jamal
(Chrome rims and all)
You heard
Nigga did I stutter?
Semi-automatic plugger
Uh, stressed in the gutter
Left with a hole in your back 'bout the size and the shape
Jigga made with his hands on the Dynasty cover
Mr. Banger
Call that anger
Seems to me you got low self esteem in ya gangsta
Bitch boy
You don't want war
So please stop telling me you kill duke, you sound unsure
You know who the family is
(It's the M.O.P. it is)
The Brownsville animal kid
And the cat you allegedly killed, incredibly ill
So whoever you bring better be real
Fizzy Wo' [?]