Ring Ding lyrics

[Hook]
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding motherf*ckers
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed
Still hittin motherf*ckers at point blank range
If I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in it
It's Billy Danze, hear me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant)
This little bast*rd can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the f*ck be goin 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

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Ayo, ayo, stop the record {*needle*} What's my motherf*ckin name?
[*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"*]
We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding
With that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the thang-thang
The way, I'mma show you how
Motherf*ckers jump up, them motherf*ckers get down..
Anybody that asks to battle
You better pass, cause I'mma kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse"
But ain't seen a real POSSE, 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 (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid
M (f*ckin') O (f*ckin') P's ringin bells
[Hook]
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding motherf*ckers
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding
Ring ding, ring ding motherf*ckers

[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
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 n*gga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
n*ggas calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, n*ggas want it then I'mma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot Glock and I'mma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..

[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
...I'mma kill one of you motherf*ckers
Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody sh*t
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 f*ckin back
I leave you stumblin, n*ggas know we're trouble when-
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a real n*gga) Yeah, Bill is a real n*gga
Come on now, you're f*ckin round with a ill figure
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you n*ggas can't f*ck 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 fork then I'mma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
[Outro: Billy Danze & (Lil Fame)]
Yo this one goin out to my motherf*ckin n*gga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my n*gga n*gga man)
To my n*gga Pit
(My n*gga Bo)
That n*gga McGruff
(Prince Leroy, rest in peace)
Spud McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my brother Big Mal, rest in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
My n*gga Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze
Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
sh*t, my whole Home Team kid
Hill Figga n*ggas
Goin out in a blaze, yeah