Be downtown swingin', M.O.P. style
Fame! Get on the mic for the Symphony
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
Yo get on the mic and rock the Symphony
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Or the first family will come kill you with the heaters
Rappers are gettin' killed now with the same shit
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
Next up, yo I believe that's me
Next up
Boom, boom, they're back
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised hell in midtown
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Motherfuckers don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
Then leave them like who done it?
Sleep and I will, reap and I kill
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass flat
For gettin' the real, straight from B'Ville
Next up! Yo I believe that's me
Remember me? You punk faggot crab MC
Yo I believe that's me
Motherfuck who know jump out a hugo
Show love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap tools
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
And gunned down in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Open up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony
I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel
Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme backflip
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
E hustle, and muscle my way in
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't follow
The type to raise up 5 O in your lobby
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
Makin' necks snap back, like a slingshot
Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
