Stand Clear - Mash Out Posse

Bitch!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Yeaaaah.

motherfuuuucker!

Feel the First Family energy, alright

Remember me?

Lil' Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G

I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too

But you ain’t got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it

Step up and get your whole band slaughtered

You ain’t got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter

M.O.P.

ban orders, I show you niggas Faces Of Death

Manslaughter, liver than camcorder

My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot a bitch

I’m bugged like the Y2K computer glitch

I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war

And the thugs in the crowd screaming «Yeah, we like it raw!»

All wacks’ll get the best of it (Right), give 'em the rest of it

Saluting on tour, autographing bitches' breasteses

It’s the legendary M.O.P., we put it down everywhere we go

But you don’t hear me though!

Stand clear!

Notice there ain’t nothing but soldiers up in here

Rhyme for the cause

Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it

Bitch!

Die for the cause

It’s elementary, for a quarter of a century

In and outta penitentiaries

I survive, I am a survivor G

Got more slick shit with me than MacGyver see

I’m your rivalry, cousin ride with me

I’m the international cat that you tryna be

I am real, real, real, real, real, yes awh

When I’m in the G-men stanze, it’s impossible to touch Danze

I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse

I don’t know what you thought, but you gon' lose

I’m bad news.

saying turn me loose

Since 2Pac got popped, who the fuck you think got the Juice?

Bill Danze, (DO IT FOR YOUR PEOPLE)

I got automatics (Racks!) will fuck up your ego, in fact

Claim turf, whenever the lama’s quat

We hold down Brownsville like the motherfucking Tomahawks

Stand clear!

Notice there ain’t nothing but soldiers up in here

Rhyme for the cause

Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it

Bitch!

Die for the cause

Smack a moose upside ya head, like Kobe when he mack in his broads

(It's) your maveranage

Watch who you approach nigga, 'fore you get smoked nigga

I’m O.G.

in this game, coach nigga

Straight loc' nigga, what the fuck you thought?

You get caught in the middle, tryna dribble on my court

When niggas act sweet this nigga clap heat

Jack you when you wouldn’t put your brains in the backseat

I’ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me

Why the fuck you playing games with me

Make a nigga dust off his automatic

And bang what you thought kids

Is it really Billy Danze?

Who the fuck you think it is?

By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass

Is to catch his ass (Whip his ass!) and to jack his ass

You ain’t untouchable nigga for what it’s worth

I’m the greatest, grimiest, slimiest nigga on earth

Stand clear!

Notice there ain’t nothing but soldiers up in here

Rhyme for the cause

Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it

Bitch!

Die for the cause