7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?
  New York you ready for this shit? I don't think so motherfucker
  Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!
  Radio.. niggaz never play us!!
  
  (FiYAHHHH!!!)
  
  [Billy Danze]
  Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh..
  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 Backstreet 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
  {*clapping* "We love you Billy!"} You've been missin the man
  Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze
  (Raise him) the most highest
  He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family
  (What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn
  til his motherfuckin life expire
  Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob
  and steal nad 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?
  
  [Chorus: M.O.P.]
  [Fame] Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P.
  We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
  Calm down! (Get back!)
  Calm, down! (Get, back!)
  [Bill] And we have the constitutional rights
  to bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm
  So; calm down! (Get back!)
  Calm, down! (Get, back!)
  
  [Lil' Fame]
  Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)
  You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm
  I got cats like you wild, you mad
  I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag
  Look - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades
  Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid
  BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low
  You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe
  (EASE BACK!) Fall, back
  See this nine M-double? All, black
  Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack
  Here's a clip full you can have all, that
  In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap
  aluminum bats around niggaz heads
  YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard?
  I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd
  Y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot
  I kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots
  Witness the game unfurl, don't be another
  (REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world
  
  [Chorus: M.O.P.]
  [Bill] It's the legendary M.O.P.
  We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though
  Calm down! (Get back!)
  Calm, down! (Get, back!)
  [Fame] Cause we have the constitutional rights
  to bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm
  So; calm down! (Get back!)
  Calm, down! (Get, back!)