Ring ding, ring ding, ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring king, motherfuckers
Ring ding, ring ding, ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring king, motherfuckers
Yo, I'm ringin' bells across the nation, ain't nuttin' changed
Still hitting motherfuckers at point blank range
If I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in it
It's Billy Danze, here me kid? Lil' Fame co-defendant
This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be going on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while you're cold chillin'
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop 'cause he's the last villain
Aiyyo, aiyyo stop the record, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame, we ringin' bells, ring ding, ring ding
With that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin' the same thang
The way, I'ma show you how
Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down
Anybody that asks to battle, you better pass
'Cause I'ma kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people went and seen the movie 'Posse'
But ain't seen a real P O S S E, until you seen the M O P
Chill kid, 'cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid
M, fuckin' O, fuckin' P's, ringin' bells
Ring ding, ring ding, ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring king, motherfuckers
Ring ding, ring ding, ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring king, motherfuckers
Yo, we makin' moves while the herbs lookin' silly
'Cause Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz' calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus
I'ma kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my propers ring ding, there it is, where it at?
Ring ding all the [unverified] run each time, we bust a cap
Every time we bust a rhyme, every time we empty the clip
Every time we threw you a hit, every time we split somebody shit
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
If it ain't the M O P then check this and you gotta go
Let me show you where I'm at, 'cause I'm fat
Give me my propers after that or I'll lay you on your fuckin' back
I leave you stumblin', niggaz know we're trouble
Whenever you see M O P, gee we be bubblin'
Bill is a real nigga, yeah Bill is a real nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin' round with a ill figure
I'm ringin' bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me?
The Lord tested, me and mine, finessed it
Word is bond, we got it goin' on no need for stressin'
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the [unverified]
Then I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
Yo, this one goin' out to my motherfuckin' nigga P Lawn
Yeah, to my nigga, nigga man to my nigga Pit
My nigga Bo, that nigga McGruff
Prince Leroy, rest in peace
Spud McKenzie, rest in peace
To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace
Yeah, M O P up in the house
Billy Danze holdin' it down, you know I'm sayin'?
My nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze
Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home Team kid
Hill Figga niggaz goin' out in a blaze, yeah