Calm Down M.O.P.

[Intro]
Okay, 7-1-8, Brownsville, what the fuck you want, niggas?
New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker
Yeah (Uh), M.O.P. for life (Yeah)
Radio (First Family), niggas never play us
Uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh, fire), uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Direct from the concrete jungle, troops (First Family)
Survivors of the struggle, duke
Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise
You fuckin with the original back street boys
Billy, that's the nigga name, he been trained
To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs
He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain
He's restricted from the games, he's for real
(We love you, Billy) You've been missin' the man
Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze
Praise him, the most highest
He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family
What, y'all niggas wanna try us?
Down in Brooklyn 'til his motherfuckin' life expire
Listen, this world revolves around
Niggas that rob and steal and deal and kill for thrills and
How could you refuse the Danze?
It's hard to confuse the Danze, he's a very unusual man
With or without a plan to outshine those that shine
Just gimme mine, you understand? (Yo)