Instigator M.O.P. (Ft. Teflon)

That nigga right there nigga
Go see that nigga mayne!
Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne
Yo, yo

[Hook: Lil' Fame]
Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?
Get at 'em dawg, what the fuck is all this peace?
Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD
Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD
That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch
Then called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go!
Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker
Stab that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo
Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?
Fuck the industry, take it to the streets
Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker
Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
I moved back in the hood for good
These niggas ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby
Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holdin my throne
Imagine if I had a couple million
Y'all niggas are half-assed thugs
The kind to lie in your face, and say word to everything he love
Won't talk that shit, when the real soldiers around
You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down
But if you feelin like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
These niggas ain't crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers
I will pop yo', motherfuckin head off your shoulders
So what it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?)
What it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?)
Everybody's a gangsta now, bustin them thing things on wax
Punk bitches gangbangin on track; but here's the facts
{*sniffing the air*} I smell budussy
I dare one of y'all niggas to try to George Bush me
And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with
Fuck the yappin and rappin back and forth