[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Ayo, what up, sport! Guess who's back on the scene (Uh)
The human being cannon with the infrared beam
Before the song move on, I'm lettin' you know
I'm still in the 'ville and I'm still lettin' it go
(So, yo!) cruise with your official rap dudes
Got the Genovese sayin 'Who the fuck is that dude?'
The family! It's M.O.P
The world famous D-A-N-Z-INI
Use your lethal and a swift
Never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame
Bringin' back hardcore raps to the atmosphere
Me and my man makin' hits with Premier
You faggots ain't doin' it right
So here's the cup of brew from the Firing Squad, we're trigga nigga stripes
I'm fishin' the breeze but please
Believe when you come, come right, my niggas is tight
Downtown Swinga!
[Hook: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!
International!
Downtown swingin'!
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!
International!
Downtown swingin'!
[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
(Crooklyn!) That's where it happen at, nigga
(True) Bonafide thorough-bred Hillfigga
(Code name) Fizzy Womack
Breakin shackles, tackle your ass like Bo Jack
Its goin' down, I'm, feelin' it, drillin' it, killin' it
It's over! One soldier that move militant
It's Lil Fame, Danze and Tef
So when I die make sure you bury me with a cassette of To the Death
Its time to face you, lace you, erase you
The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!
International!
Downtown swingin', comin' to bust gats
When I bust raps, I keep heads bobbin'
Doin' this for Brooklyn crooks mobbin' and robbin'
(Strugglin') Slingin' that crack rock, jugglin'
Keepin' them crack spots bubblin'
Downtown Swinga!
[Hook: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!
International!
Downtown swingin'!
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!
International!
Downtown swingin'!
[Lil Fame]
I'm ready, willing and I'm able
Records run worldwide like cable
With rough sounds to shut down your whole record label
Comin' at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum
(M.O.P. comin' at them!)
Makin' soloist acts and rap crews retire
We bring it to 'em raw and my squad start to fire
It's a gunman's festival
Still turnin' all fools to vegetables
You're fuckin' with professionals
[Billy Danze]
My people desire the line of fire
Kid, there's two options
You either get the fuck up out of Dodge or get to poppin'
I'm stoppin herbs from rockin' fake hip-hoppin'
Gangster boy boppin' is fuckin' up the game
I and Fame, claim, Downtown is on
The underworld's pearls sittin' on the throne
It's on! And you niggas be killin' me
Thanks to Relativity you can see the downtown swingas!
[Outro: scratches by DJ Premier]
M.O.P
M.O.P
M-M-M, M-M-M
M-M.O.-M.O.P
M-M...M-M-M...M-M
M.O.P
M.O.P to the motherfucking death!
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