F.A.G.

(Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini) 
  You fake rappers get the boot 
  Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin fag's at they video shoot 
  I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthaf**k karate, boy 
  Don't f**k around and make me catch a batty boy 
  You ain't nothin but a fag, you fake-ass gangsta 
  You niggas don't want it with the Famester 
  Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid 
  I'm ready to blast, kid 
  Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid 
  Billy Danz, the og 
  The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see 
  I'm willin to die for my respect 
  If I have to I will let 
  So I walk with a fifth and I pray to af**kin tec 
  In '93 I calmed down 
  But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased 
  Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty 
  Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy 
  Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat 
  Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street 
  You niggas ain't livin trife 
  And rappers that's claimin that they underground 
  I put they ass under ground for life 
  Wait, I'ma set that ass straight 
  Herbs only perpetrate 
  But look, my burner don't discriminate 
  All race, creed, shape, breed 
  Anytime's fine with me 
  You f**kin fag 

  (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 game 
  It's MOP, nigga, recognize the name 
  I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps 
  When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump 
  Because we're goin all out, word to Miz 
  You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his 
  Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged 
  Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change 
  Another nigga smoked, oh Lord 
  Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog 
  Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama 
  Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama 
  You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please 
  A muthaf**ka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece 
  So all you niggas start makin tracks 
  Because there's too many phoney baloney muthaf**kas fakin jacks 
  I go to work for my joint, muthaf**ka, you know me 
  It's the one and only, and MOP 
  Gunsmoke when I defeat a man 
  Because I smoke muthaf**kaas like the 9mm man 

  (Billy Danzini) 
  Plow!  You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk 
  Only with my muthaf**kin burner will I talk 
  See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman 
  Wanna know tonight?  My fifth be talkin 
  Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full 
  What kinda shit is he tryin to pull? 
  All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked 
  Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec 
  I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground 
  Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down 
  What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell 
  So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell 
  MOP goin out till the end 
  This is how we separate the boys from the men 
  Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas 
  The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger 
  Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell 
  About how many muthaf**kas they blew up in jail 
  They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull 
  That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull