Roll Call

[Intro]

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 ************s

Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no **********in 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 ****

Bumps t****s on the side of me, smokin some green ****

(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son

We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)

Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, ************

[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