To the Death lyrics

[Intro: Billy Danze]
Ah! check it out, y'all
M.O.P. up in this motherf*cker
You n*ggas hear?

[Verse 1: Billy Danze, Lil Fame & Both]
M.O.P to the motherf*ckin death
Straight from the streets gettin cash
Young black n*ggas puttin crews in a smash
The drug game put the name on the map
Known for bustin caps
And takin over like the Japs
We leave you dead stinkin butt-naked in a second
We're n*ggas that stopped sellin drugs to sell records
You know it, I'm down to the very last breath
It's Lil' Fame
Billy Danzenie
And M.O.P. to the death

[Hook: M.O.P.]
To the death!
To the death!
To the death!

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
It's M.O.P. to the death, my peoples move quiet like a mason
A strong black nation, the last generation
In the Ville catchin wreck was big fun
Quick to pull the triggers, little n*ggas with big guns
Before n*ggas chase me n*ggas gotta face me
I walk with my gun c*cked and clicked on safety
M.O.P. n*ggas always ready to gat cha
I catch a cap for my n*ggas if I have to
You feel the pain, you n*ggas know the name
Cause this sh*t ain't a game
We blow sh*t out the frame
When I'm smokin and drinkin I do deep thinkin
About my peeps in the ground, because I'm down till I'm dead and stinkin
This sh*t is real, so you can't make a mistake about us
Lettin you n*ggas know it ain't nothin fake about us
Yeah, I'm kin to the end with all my n*ggas that's left
It's Lil' Fame and M.O.P. to the death
[Hook: M.O.P.]
To the death!
It's M.O.P. to the motherf*ckin death
To the death!

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
Ayo, I'm sentenced to Clint', but f*ck it, at least we're all all in this together
Me and mine swingin' back to back forever
And I'm salutin my n*ggas
Straight up, cause they're true to the game
And mad fast on the triggers
The Last Generation, we're all that's left, the hometeam
We're trump tight to the death
To all the crews that will be mashed and bruised
We don't doubt you, it's just that we don't give a f*ck about you
Comin' through representin, my n*ggas on the Island
Kaksackie and way up in Clinton
M.O.P.'s with me, D-a-n-z-e, the Danze
It's not a joke when it come to my motherf*ckin' man
You frontin for nuthin, bring it if you want sumthin
My family get down, all my peoples'll bump sumthin
One thing about us, these is real n*ggas
They like to kill n*ggas
Get down with dirty Brownsville n*ggas
Uh!
[Hook: M.O.P.]
To the death
To the death
To the death

[Outro: Lil Fame]
Plow! b*tch-ass n*gga
You n*ggas hear
M.O.P. up in this motherf*cker
Primetime, n*gga
f*ckin with me