[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Glocks with the aftermarket clip in it
On instagram hollerin' how you got hollow-tips in it
When shit hit the fan and niggas clipped ya man
You got in the van. You ran
You an expert at making the wheels spin
You only gangster in front of the building
A nigga pulled up wieldin'
Dual automatics you faggots got in ya' feelings
Too many killers, the bodies ain't adding up
Get lit and get cooled off, your crew's soft
Don't be the one to get your snapback moved off
Like "Brownsville" as I cruise off
I'll benchpress one of you niggas
I ain't gon' hold you up, I'll fold you up
A thousand deaths, choose one, it's a soldier's luck
Cadillac, that old deluxe
[Chorus]
You scared to be yourself in front of people
This is all about your ego
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
You out here in these streets
You tryna show that you a beast
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
Glock 40 and a couple clips wit' it
You silverback gorilla, get yo wig split wit' it
I am zoo official bitch, you try to line me
Do yo gorilla ass like they did Harambe
Ashtray, you little bitch-ass mothafucker
Come over here and give yo granddaddy a hug
Don't try to be a menace to brownsvillers while drinkin' ya juice in the hood nigga
You are just a chimpanzee
I will light up yo grill like Chef Ramsay
But murder ain't always gotta be the case
I speedbag him and brrr-di-di ya face
From the reservoir, Livewire bitch
I change a nigga channel, I got that Amazon Fire Stick
So kill all that gun boy talk today
Imma take off today, now walk away
[Chorus]
You scared to be yourself in front of people
This is all about your ego
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
You out here in these streets
You tryna show that you a beast
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
[Verse 3: Teflon]
Man I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin'
Hollerin' 'bout how they grippin' iron and they clique is ridin'
Where I'm from it was a different climate
Shit was violent, niggas moved slick and did this shit in silence
Nowadays niggas actin' like they extra live and
Know soon as them things pop they gon' be testifyin'
Miss me with the street tales I ain't buyin'
Know you sweet, I can tell by the look in your eyes and
You lookin' surprised, when them Brooklyn guys arrive you look to the side
You shook in the side
Get your pride tooken don't fuck with the guys
Know that fake tough guy shit's just a disguise
Everything in the dark must come to the light
We street certified, we ain't got nothin' to hide
Don't make me expose you, put that frontin' aside
Cause I will straight bump slump him and jump in the ride
[Chorus]
You scared to be yourself in front of people
This is all about your ego
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
You out here in these streets
You tryna show that you a beast
(You ain't gon' do shit)
(You ain't gon' do shit)
It behooves those to understand that the first time you do a solo album
Motherfuckers would think that for some reason there was something wrong with the group
But what they fail to realize is that when it comes down to M.O.P. it's M.O.P for your whole life
M.O.P for your afterlife, M.O.P for your children's life, and they children's children's life
World-famous M.O.P. forever. Now Brooklyn, stand up. Keep standin'
