[Intro]
C'mon!
I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something

[Chorus: M.O.P]
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILL FIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, N***A
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILL FIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack
To the history of rap!
From the history, of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
William and Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
What it look like, when they on the pipe?
Slinging the things that Fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
Cause I knows what it be like, when you got no bread
When you down and out, people turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rapper due
I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
Hold that down, as I step off, no frown
Keep that Grinnage smile, like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
I got family from CI to B'ville
We fear no EVIL, bitch n***a, we real
(Now slide!) Slide
Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide
[Chorus: M.O.P]
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
William Berkowitz, live, HILL FIGGAS
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, N***A
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
William Berkowitz, live, HILL FIGGAS
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkowitz)
From downtown swingin and slinging this dope shit
Watch these real n***as, move crowds
While you pathetic, synthetic ass n***as ain't allowed
I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie
I've always been afraid to die
(So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first
I'll feel better in an El Dorado, than in a hearse
When it;s TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at
(First Family!) , you know where my love's at
Give it up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Here to a hundred years
We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
We dedicated to dominating the same shit
(Holla-holler!) I know what I may have to do
(You know my motto!) Walk past and splash your crew
If I'm after you, it's on
Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on!) So now you remember me
It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD
[Chorus: M.O.P]
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
Fizzy Womack, pa, true HILL FIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, N***A
We happen to be, them FLY N***AZ
Don't TRY N***AZ, do or DIE N***AZ
William Berkowitz, live, HILL FIGGAS
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker

[Verse 3: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
Can I hear silence, for the peeps that's deceased...?
REST IN PEACE!
Y'all (Y'all), still with me
And I still keep that 45th with me
I'm dedicated to the game
Whether it's the streets or this rap thing
I'm gon' maintain a Brooklyn pugalier
I'm the judge (What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner!
I'm used to the automatic machines
(The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
You know my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole clips
So tell your man stop flinchin'
Stand at attention, and prepare for the lynchin
(Firing Squad) With the same task
(The last of the best) And we saved the best for last