M.O.P. — Ring Ding

[Hook] Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherfuckers Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherfuckers [Verse 1: Billy Danze] Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed Still hittin motherfuckers 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 bastard can't be tamed, he's strange I wonder what the fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers 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 (fuckin') O (fuckin') P's ringin bells [Hook] Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherfuckers Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding Ring ding, ring ding motherfuckers [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 nigga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties Niggas calm down and play the wall like graffiti If I see, niggas 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 motherfuckers 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 shit 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 fuckin back I leave you stumblin, niggas know we're trouble when- -ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin (Bill is a real nigga) Yeah, Bill is a real nigga Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind Stevie Wonder can see you niggas can't fuck 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 motherfuckin nigga P-Lawn (Yeah, to my nigga nigga man) To my nigga Pit (My nigga Bo) That nigga 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 nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff Shit, my whole Home Team kid Hill Figga Niggas Goin out in a blaze, yeah