| Song | F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta) |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | To the Death |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| (Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini) | |
| You fake rappers get the boot | |
| Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot | |
| I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy | |
| Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy | |
| You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta | |
| You niggas don't want it with the Famester | |
| Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid | |
| I'm ready to blast, kid | |
| Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid | |
| Billy Danz, the o.g. | |
| The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see | |
| I'm willin to die for my respect | |
| If I have to I will let | |
| So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec | |
| In '93 I calmed down | |
| But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased | |
| Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty | |
| Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy | |
| Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat | |
| Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street | |
| You niggas ain't livin trife | |
| And rappers that's claimin that they underground | |
| I put they ass under ground for life | |
| Wait, I'ma set that ass straight | |
| Herbs only perpetrate | |
| But look, my burner don't discriminate | |
| All race, creed, shape, breed | |
| Anytime's fine with me | |
| You fuckin f.a.g. | |
| (Front, I make it a thrill to kill) | |
| (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation) | |
| (Lil' Fame) | |
| Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game | |
| It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name | |
| I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps | |
| When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump | |
| Because we're goin all out, word to Miz | |
| You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his | |
| Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged | |
| Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change | |
| Another nigga smoked, oh Lord | |
| Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog | |
| Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama | |
| Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama | |
| You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please | |
| A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece | |
| So all you niggas start makin tracks | |
| Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks | |
| I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me | |
| It's the one and only, and M.O.P. | |
| Gunsmoke when I defeat a man | |
| Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man | |
| (Billy Danzini) | |
| Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk | |
| Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk | |
| See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman | |
| Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin | |
| Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full | |
| What kinda shit is he tryin to pull? | |
| All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked | |
| Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec | |
| I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground | |
| Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down | |
| What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell | |
| So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell | |
| M.O.P. goin out till the end | |
| This is how we separate the boys from the men | |
| Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas | |
| The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger | |
| Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell | |
| About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail | |
| They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull | |
| That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini | |
| You fake rappers get the boot | |
| Sprayed like brew, I' m shootin f. a. g.' s at they video shoot | |
| I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy | |
| Don' t fuck around and make me catch a batty boy | |
| You ain' t nothin but a f. a. g., you fakeass gangsta | |
| You niggas don' t want it with the Famester | |
| Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid | |
| I' m ready to blast, kid | |
| Aiyo, let' s take it to they ass, kid | |
| Billy Danz, the o. g. | |
| The nigga that you fakeass gangstas can' t see | |
| I' m willin to die for my respect | |
| If I have to I will let | |
| So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec | |
| In ' 93 I calmed down | |
| But now these socalled gangstaass niggas got gased | |
| Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty | |
| Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy | |
| Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat | |
| Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street | |
| You niggas ain' t livin trife | |
| And rappers that' s claimin that they underground | |
| I put they ass under ground for life | |
| Wait, I' ma set that ass straight | |
| Herbs only perpetrate | |
| But look, my burner don' t discriminate | |
| All race, creed, shape, breed | |
| Anytime' s fine with me | |
| You fuckin f. a. g. | |
| Front, I make it a thrill to kill | |
| Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game | |
| It' s M. O. P., nigga, recognize the name | |
| I' m beatin down punks and breakin down chumps | |
| When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump | |
| Because we' re goin all out, word to Miz | |
| You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his | |
| Nigga, your whole shit' ll be rearranged | |
| Because I' ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change | |
| Another nigga smoked, oh Lord | |
| Because he just finished watchin ' Menace', he musta thougth he was ODog | |
| Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama | |
| Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama | |
| You fake thugs ain' t bustin slugs, please | |
| A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece | |
| So all you niggas start makin tracks | |
| Because there' s too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks | |
| I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me | |
| It' s the one and only, and M. O. P. | |
| Gunsmoke when I defeat a man | |
| Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man | |
| Billy Danzini | |
| Plow! You bitchass nigga, you better walk | |
| Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk | |
| See, I' m from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman | |
| Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin | |
| Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full | |
| What kinda shit is he tryin to pull? | |
| All you bitchass niggas got to be jacked | |
| Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec | |
| I' m Billy Danz, overseer of the underground | |
| Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down | |
| What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell | |
| So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell | |
| M. O. P. goin out till the end | |
| This is how we separate the boys from the men | |
| Real niggas that' s ill niggas that kill niggas | |
| The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger | |
| Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell | |
| About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail | |
| They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull | |
| That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull |