| Song | Rugged Neva Smoove |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | To the Death |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| (4x) | |
| It's the Mash Out Posse | |
| Rugged neva smooth | |
| M fuckin O fuckin P on the move | |
| [ Lil' Fame ] | |
| The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this | |
| I'm leavin rappers with the dumbness | |
| Because I got no feelings, I done this | |
| Takin you propers, we comin right | |
| And now we gotta (take money money) | |
| Yeah, you motherfuckin right | |
| Lil' Fame's removin MC's like terpentine | |
| Droppin that shit that MC's couldn't search and find | |
| Not even if you was a golddigger | |
| I'm a bad - nah! let me chill | |
| Yo Bill, hold me down, nigga | |
| [ Billy Danzinie ] | |
| M fuckin O fuckin P keep it rugged | |
| Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it | |
| Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame | |
| Still bustin your brain | |
| Yeah! doin the thang thang | |
| Home team keepin it phat | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| (Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of that | |
| Don't be amazed if you're left in a daze | |
| M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps best behave | |
| -chorus- | |
| [ Lil' Fame ] | |
| I'm ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on | |
| Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn | |
| Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas | |
| With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga | |
| Rappers, I rip em in half, they can't get with math | |
| Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave | |
| So get the cash out, I put your glass out | |
| Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out | |
| They can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it | |
| Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it | |
| And once a nigga make a record | |
| Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked | |
| Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke | |
| I'ma smoke till I croak | |
| I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala | |
| Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye | |
| When I snap will I get busy, kid? (no doubt) | |
| When I rap do I get busy, kid? (no doubt) | |
| Is M.O.P. knockin motherfuckers out? (no doubt) | |
| Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk about? | |
| Don't have me jack or disrespect sumthin | |
| The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin | |
| Because we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the move | |
| We keep it rugged neva smooth | |
| -chorus- | |
| [ Billy Danzenie ] | |
| Aiyo! let's take it to they ass kid! | |
| Nah - gained while we came | |
| We're international, niggaz know the name | |
| I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!) | |
| I represent the 1-5-4 fuckin 5 | |
| It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped | |
| So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back | |
| I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift | |
| I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my Smith | |
| I put herbs out of they myseries | |
| And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me | |
| I had my name ever since I was a little kid | |
| For all the ill Hill shit I done did | |
| I've been down for years and years to come | |
| The nigga that you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one | |
| Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please stand | |
| (Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy Danze | |
| I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size | |
| But there's more than what meets your eyes | |
| From Monday through motherfuckin Sunday | |
| M.O.P. will be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| 4x | |
| It' s the Mash Out Posse | |
| Rugged neva smooth | |
| M fuckin O fuckin P on the move | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| The M. O. P.' s about to run this you couldn' t shun this | |
| I' m leavin rappers with the dumbness | |
| Because I got no feelings, I done this | |
| Takin you propers, we comin right | |
| And now we gotta take money money | |
| Yeah, you motherfuckin right | |
| Lil' Fame' s removin MC' s like terpentine | |
| Droppin that shit that MC' s couldn' t search and find | |
| Not even if you was a golddigger | |
| I' m a bad nah! let me chill | |
| Yo Bill, hold me down, nigga | |
| Billy Danzinie | |
| M fuckin O fuckin P keep it rugged | |
| Herbs can' t touch it, and a real nigga got to love it | |
| Ain' t nuttin changed, it' s Billy and Lil' Fame | |
| Still bustin your brain | |
| Yeah! doin the thang thang | |
| Home team keepin it phat | |
| How about some hardcore? | |
| Yeah! we like it raw here is more of that | |
| Don' t be amazed if you' re left in a daze | |
| M. O. P. is in the place, so you chumps best behave | |
| chorus | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| I' m ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on | |
| Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn | |
| Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas | |
| With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga | |
| Rappers, I rip em in half, they can' t get with math | |
| Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave | |
| So get the cash out, I put your glass out | |
| Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out | |
| They can' t fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it | |
| Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it | |
| And once a nigga make a record | |
| Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked | |
| Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain' t gonna smoke till I choke | |
| I' ma smoke till I croak | |
| I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala | |
| Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye | |
| When I snap will I get busy, kid? no doubt | |
| When I rap do I get busy, kid? no doubt | |
| Is M. O. P. knockin motherfuckers out? no doubt | |
| Is it raw? yeah! so what the fuck them niggaz talk about? | |
| Don' t have me jack or disrespect sumthin | |
| The M. O. P. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin | |
| Because we show em and prove that the M. O. P. is the move | |
| We keep it rugged neva smooth | |
| chorus | |
| Billy Danzenie | |
| Aiyo! let' s take it to they ass kid! | |
| Nah gained while we came | |
| We' re international, niggaz know the name | |
| I' m Billy Danze plow! I' m mad loud plow! | |
| I represent the 154 fuckin 5 | |
| It' s M. O. P., and you know we stay strapped | |
| So when you bustin, motherfucker, we' ll be bustin back | |
| I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I' m swift | |
| I' m bugged, you can catch a slug from my Smith | |
| I put herbs out of they myseries | |
| And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant' t get with me | |
| I had my name ever since I was a little kid | |
| For all the ill Hill shit I done did | |
| I' ve been down for years and years to come | |
| The nigga that you' re hearin ain' t the motherfuckin one | |
| Now if you' re real, motherfuckers, please stand | |
| Clack clack! salute! clack clack! salute, it' s Mr. Billy Danze | |
| I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size | |
| But there' s more than what meets your eyes | |
| From Monday through motherfuckin Sunday | |
| M. O. P. will be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay |