text: For all my motherfucking niggas, word to Herb we get stupider
  Running mad circles round your crew like Jupiter
  Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
  Cause Im mad in the pad and suckers wish they had and
  Im bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten
  Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
  So what you gonna do when I come through your town
  With mad niggas who love being locked down
  Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
  I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
  Step to this mic youre a goner
  Cause Red Hot Lovers right on like Cynthia Horner
  I better warn ya, youll get your ass kicked, Im blasted
  Thats it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
  Im getting figures from my rap diggers
  Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas
  Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock
  Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks
  Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
  Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
  Who got the props? Biggie
  Who got the Glock? Biggie
  But who is he?
  You cant get my description, you need a prescription
  Two doses of the ferocious
  Feel the weight when Im crushing em, bumrushing em
  Stuffing em, I put the pressure on em, hon
  Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ
  Hes just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
  Look what I been through, the Brooklyn streets
  The obese thug nigga from the East
  The black nine, hard to find motherfucker
  After the rhyme press rewind, motherfucker
  Strictly for my niggas
  I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over
  Universal Soldier of Hip Hop, somebody shoulda told ya
  40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please dont
  Sleep I walk the unforbidden where most MCs wont
  Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, its
  Hectic, Im like antiseptic on record
  Disinfectant show wrecker, sound seizing your sector
  Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca
  Im known, Prince, organizing with the Red Hot Lover
  And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another
  Planet called Brooklyn, hey good looking
  Do you like your hot chocolate after dark - uh
  Im scared to get you hooked in
  You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type
  Representing my niggas rocking, rocking the mic right
  Harcore M.O.P. type shit
  Peace to my other half and my niggas doing bids
  I used to start more shit than high school bullies
  I was doing my thing since my nigga Boom Bang used to steal cars from police
  I break niggas up like referees
  Put em on point, back out my joint and making em move like refugees
  Lil Fame rep is Brooklyn bound
  Still niggas that fuck aroundll catch a beatdown from Brownsville
  Im going all out the western way
  Old school or new school, I beat your ass like its freshmens day
  For yall wannabe emcees F-A-Gs
  You gon fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze
  Im representing for all mines with nines
  Hardcores in town, my niggas that get down
  A hill figure on the trigger 
  Your Crooklyn sounds got pounds and break through
  Stopped puffing the lye, still sipping the brew
  So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you lose
  Its Lil Fame, motherfucker 
  We bring you pain, motherfucker 
  Cos Im rugged no gimmick
  And Im taking rappers out like Uptown niggas be doing bitches on 125th and Lennox
  I represent M.O.P., niggas that act stuck up they get stuck up
  Or even fucked the fuck up
  Peace to Tone, yo pass that blunt, hit this slicker
  This is for my niggas
  Yo hold me down, Fame 
  Danze with the truck shit, that I dont give a fuck shit
  Im hitting niggas where it hurt, I do work
   so you niggas hit the dirt
  The M.O.P. we been busting out for days
  Taking em through a phase, going out in a blaze
  Im out jail still holding my steel
   Bow! Wargames representing this build
  Brownsville, for my niggas
  Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossing suckers like salad
  Incredible vocabulary coming from the Brooklyn freak
  Peace to Fulton Street
  Knuckleheadsll get wrecked with the quick mic-check
  My intellect shows no respect for suckers who slept
  In fact my rap style attracts
  I have your girl looking for me in broad daylight
  With a flashlight, pillow, and mattress on her back
  Cause yo shit is wack
  So here goes the No-Doze, Im putting it on foes who oppose
  Coming off like porno pantihose
  Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G
  The M.O.P., from R-e-d
  For all my niggas in the NYC