Calm Down

[Intro]
Okay, 7-1-8, Brownsville, what the fuck you want, niggas?
New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker
Yeah (Uh), M.O.P. for life (Yeah)
Radio (First Family), niggas never play us
Uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh, fire), uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Direct from the concrete jungle, troops (First Family)
Survivors of the struggle, duke
Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise
You fuckin with the original back street boys
Billy, that's the nigga name, he been trained
To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs
He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain
He's restricted from the games, he's for real
(We love you, Billy) You've been missin' the man
Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze
Praise him, the most highest
He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family
What, y'all niggas wanna try us?
Down in Brooklyn 'til his motherfuckin' life expire
Listen, this world revolves around
Niggas that rob and steal and deal and kill for thrills and
How could you refuse the Danze?
It's hard to confuse the Danze, he's a very unusual man
With or without a plan to outshine those that shine
Just gimme mine, you understand? (Yo)

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though
Calm down (Get back)
Calm down (Get back)
And we have the constitutional rights to bear arms
To flare arms whenever we fear harm
So calm down (Get back)
Calm down (Get back)

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Fizzy Wo magnificent (Rock, rock on)
You dead wrong to think I got caught in the storm
I got cats like you wild, you mad
I put it down slick as Nu Nile without a durag
Look, y'all niggas is bitch-made, switchblades
Walkin' 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid
Ba-bump, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low
You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump, ho
Ease back, fall back
See this nine M-double? All black
Everybody's a killer, y'all wack
Here's a clip full, you can have all that
In fact, hold this instead, 'cause I wrap
Aluminum bats around niggas' heads
You see it Brooklyn, you heard?
I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd
Y'all niggas act like y'all came here to shoot
I kick all y'all ass with the same pair of boots
Witness the game unfurl, don't be another
Reject, fuck around and get eject from the world

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
It's the legendary M.O.P.
We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though
Calm down (Get back)
Calm down (Get back)
'Cause we have the constitutional rights to bear arms
To flare arms whenever we fear harm
So calm down (Get back)
Calm down (Get back)