Roll Call

In the year 2000...
(M-O-P) still bangin
(Firing Squad!)
(The last generation...)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down one for time for you
You mother******s
Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no mother************* games
[Lil' Fame]
************* the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, make *************s M-I-A
And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
************* don't get in my way
************* the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
Fight along with the shell aces
Holler if you hear me
I turn your head into a skeleton skull
And leave it hollow if you hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
*************s see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the ************* is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
But I'm hear to ************* up your day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin
[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you where you stand?
B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y'all *************s remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here *************, I can't hear *************
I'm deaf in one ear ************* (yeah *************)
You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)
Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it's over
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
************* feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean *************t
Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green *************t
(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother******
[Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my life on the line every step of the way
It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish that
************* where the ************* that money at
I know you got it, and I want it Jack
Just give me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another pack
And I'll be back for that