Roll Call lyrics

[Intro]
In the year 2000...
{M-O-P} still bangin
{Firing Squad!}
{The last generation...}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down one for time for you
You motherf*ckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain't playin no motherf*ckin' games

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
f*ck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y
N-I-N-E, make n*ggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
b*tch don't get in my way
f*ck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
Fight along with the shell aces
Holler if you hear me
I turn your head into a skeleton skull
And leave it hollow if you near me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
n*ggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the f*ck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
But I'm hear to f*ck up your debut
Yes (Yes), yes (Yes), yo
I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin
[Chorus: Lil Fame, Billy Danze & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin' for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin' for Roll Call

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? (Uh-huh)
B-I double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y'all n*ggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here n*gga, I can't hear n*gga
I'm deaf in one ear n*gga (Yeah n*gga)
You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
I grew up where it's equivalent to 'nam ('nam)
Wit blood in my palm (Palm), I walk wit my arms (Arms)
Hollerin marksmen (Uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin' and barkin'
At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it's over
[Chorus: Lil Fame, Billy Danze & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (Clack-clack) reportin' for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin' for Roll Call

[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
n*gga feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean sh*t
Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green sh*t
(First Fam) Feel the premonition son
We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (Bung-bung) Racka (Bung-bung) racka, motherf*cker

[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my life on the line every step of the way
It's for a good cause (For you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish that
n*gga where the f*ck that money at
I know you got it, and I want it Jack
Just give me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another pack
And I'll be back for that
[Chorus: Lil Fame, Billy Danze & Teflon]
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (Clack-clack) reportin' for Roll Call
International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin' for Roll Call