There are a lot of background and underlying vocals in this song.

It's impossible to get them all but I got the main ones.



Aaaah. Fuck it *echoes* Fuck you *echoes* Come on! Ah



Chorus:

M.O.P.: Its the way of the world right? (Aaaah)

Billy Danze: Can't nobody change

The way them thug niggaz do they thing

M.O.P.: Its the way of the world right?(Huhhh)

Billy Danze: Can't nobody change

The way em real niggaz play the game

*repeat*



Verse One: Billy Danze

Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)

Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff

Never the type to screw ya

Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)

It's a hundred situations ampin me

The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family

(Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?

(Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)

I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it

Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it

(Hell ya) You know the street game

Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain

Look both ways before you cross a nigga

Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga

He knew wasn't havin shit

He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click

(Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis

And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces

Nobody cares if your mother cry

They don't a FUCK if your brother die

(Don't give a fuck about you)



Chorus



Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*

These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count

But it'll be a cold day in hell

I would never change, my style or my profile

Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*

Why do fuckers, motherfuckers

wanna fuck around with this livest shit?

Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)

Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable

The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent

I know ya wanna see me dead

Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head

Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs

Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)

Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya

Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya

LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN

And put your brains on the outside

to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin

This nigga can't change(Nah)

This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)

The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)

Never let em get the best of me

I put the metal to your temple

and catch the next plane to the West Indies



*spoken:*

(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)

I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing

This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga

Y'all motherfuckers better recognize



Lil' Fame over chorus:



First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit

We your family in the first motherfuckin place

To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga

Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz

Made you for life, nigga

(That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit