M.o.p. - F.a.g. Lyrics
[lil' fame and billy danzini]You fake rappers get the bootSprayed like brew, i'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shootI bump your ass off quick, so yo, mutha***** karate, boyDon't ***** around and make me catch a batty boyYou ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangstaYou niggas don't want it with the famesterBringin it to you gon' be the last, kidI'm ready to blast, kidAiyo, let's take it to they ass, kidBilly danz, the o.g.The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't seeI'm willin to die for my respectIf i have to i will letSo i walk with a fifth and i pray to a *****in tecIn '93 i calmed downBut now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gasedHerbs are not ready, derelicts are pettyNigga, i be your worst nightmare like i was freddyNiggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heatGet a rugged peek and wanna talk about the streetYou niggas ain't livin trifeAnd rappers that's claimin that they undergroundI put they ass under ground for lifeWait, i'ma set that ass straightHerbs only perpetrateBut look, my burner don't discriminateAll race, creed, shape, breedAnytime's fine with meYou *****in f.a.g.(front, i make it a thrill to kill)(straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)[lil' fame]Here it is for you niggas that chastise the gameIt's m.o.p., nigga, recognize the nameI'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumpsWhen he stroll i hit him with the old brown pumpBecause we're goin all out, word to mizYou niggas gotta get it like jason got hisNigga, your whole shit'll be rearrangedBecause i'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the changeAnother nigga smoked, oh lordBecause he just finished watchin 'menace', he musta thougth he was o-dogAss out for the last nigga that wanted dramaBecause i smoked him with the 9mm lamaYou fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, pleaseA mutha*****a like you deserve 12 to your mug pieceSo all you niggas start makin tracksBecause there's too many phoney baloney mutha*****as fakin jacksI go to work for my joint, mutha*****a, you know meIt's the one and only, and m.o.p.Gunsmoke when i defeat a manBecause i smoke mutha*****aas like the 9mm man[billy danzini]Plow! you *****-ass nigga, you better walkOnly with my mutha*****in burner will i talkSee, i'm from the marks, and that makes me a marksmanWanna know tonight? my fifth be talkinFake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip fullWhat kinda shit is he tryin to pull?All you *****-ass niggas got to be jackedTryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tecI'm billy danz, overseer of the undergroundHillfigure, yo, ***** nigga, i get downWhat i be on is the untold truth of a livin hellSo one of you ***** niggas is comin up out of his shellM.o.p. goin out till the endThis is how we separate the boys from the menReal niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggasThe beaver that sneak with his finger on the triggerFake gangstas got mad war stories to tellAbout how many mutha*****as they blew up in jailThey said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pullThat little *****, but now he snitched like sammy the bull
