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Salute

M.O.P. in the house kid

Blau, you know what I'm sayin', check this outLi'l Fame's a trigga nigga

Billy Danze a trigga nigga

Ain't keepin it real, Brownsville still niggaLi'l Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent

Thug that move silent but still remain violent

The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth

General of this hit game, clak clak, saluteBilly Danze, index finger exerciser

Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor

Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof

The godfather to truth, clak clak, saluteSince we came here we got to show and prove

The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth

We tearin' this shit down just like construction

Flip like kilos with this Primo productionNo doubt, hit 'em wit that hill top flavor

Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor

And this year here, niggas can't compare

Spectators, haters, 'cuz we're fuckin' with PremierFillin' 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit

A code red, the dope shit got you niggas addicted

Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin' true to this game

Since you nice was that hip hop gangstaM.O.P. guaranteed to keep bringin' this dopeness

For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin' toasters

On all coastses, north to south, east to west

Got high clientele for shit you least expectM.O.P. from the hill kid what you tryin' to tell me

Still grippin' mo' steel, a machine gun deli

I mention and flinching and waitin' for you to duck the gate

And sellin' shit that I won't tolerateWassup? My whole team's in the house

The gat is one five four five not four fives in your fucking mouth

Same ones, burner on blaze

Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin' my thang

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