Released: August 11, 1998

Featuring: JAY-Z Teflon

Songwriter: Lil’ Fame Billy Danze JAY-Z Laze E Laze Jim Peterik Frankie Sullivan Teflon

Producer: Laze E Laze

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
4/9/75
Raised on a strip called Hamburger Hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoia destroyin' niggas
Catch cases, blow trial to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it, four fives and nines we be movin' with
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you with
We're provin' it, let it be known
If retaliation, home-skillet, it's on
That rap nigga, bust a cap nigga, flat nigga
Open up your back, nigga, Rosewood black nigga
First Family gon' brawl
It's President's resident, and I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P. status
In the history of crime and rap, we some of the baddest
Word to the mommy, any fool try me
Get hit wit the lami, fuck Giuliani

[Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY, we're back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind crime doers
Berkowitz, mob style
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticeable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECKTIE, that bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

[Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?

[Verse 3: Teflon]
Introducing the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit Green Beret
Blaze enemies frequent, I speak wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool
Aand jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip steady, squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit through your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We don't respect spy, half-ass niggas
Blast niggas, gas niggas who won't blast, the sect die

[Bridge]
Just when you thought it was safe
The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Too ass quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels, it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you think I got rich, ho?
Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh whip the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I? Jay-Z, motherfucker, do or die
In Brownsville, motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know?

[Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?

M.O.P.

M.O.P., short for Mash Out Posse, is an American hip hop duo.

The duo, composed of rappers Billy Danze and Lil' Fame, are known for their aggressive lyrical delivery style. Although they maintain a strong underground following, they are mainly known for the song “Ante Up,” released on 2000’s Warriorz, and with which they have had mainstream success.

The group has frequently collaborated with DJ Premier. Fame sometimes produces under the moniker Fizzy Womack, and has produced a significant number of tracks on all M.O.P. releases since 1996’s Firing Squad, as well as work for other artists including Big Noyd, Kool G Rap, Teflon and Wu-Tang Clan.