Throughout their whole career M.O.P. deliver the most hard, vicious and violent music hip hop could ever offer. They struck out in 1994. with To The Death, a dark, slow and raging LP that was fully produced by DR Period and featured one of the biggest hardcore rap anthems of the nineties, How About Some Hardcore, that's put by any hardcore rap fan in the same category with Onyx's Slam, Jeru The Damaja's Come Clean and Wu-Tang Clan's Shame On A Nigga.
In 1996 MOP released their second effort, the totally-sophomore-slump-free Firing Squad. Despite totally changing their production sources (the album was mostly produced by Gang Starr's DJ Premier and Fizzy Womack himself), M.O.P. continued torturing fans' ears with extremely hard, rhinocerously slow beats and ecstatic, rampant delivery. Subject matter is either battling with heavy use of criminal associations or serious talk about life in the ghetto.
Two years later M.O.P. hit the fans with a starter - an EP called Handle Ur Bizness and later that year released First Family 4 Life, working on the same formula as ever, again with heavy percentage of DJ Preemo's production, more gems produced by group member Lil Fame and proving that M.O.P.'s trademark is not only the hardest hardcore you can get but also consistency.
Most of M.O.P.'s work was considered underground until 2000, when they released Warriorz, their best work yet. Mainstream got the first hint with "Ante Up", a track produced by DR Period for first time in 6 years. But with self-produced Cold As Ice, a track that featured a rock-song sample (Cold As Ice by Foreigner), M.O.P. achieved major mainstream success, though the song's lyrics were explicit and raging as usual (the radio version edits out much lyrical content to comply with FCC regulations).
In a strange turn, M.O.P. featured on the title track of sugary-sweet boy band LFO's 2001 album Life is Good. Aside from the lack of profanity, M.O.P.'s short verse was rapped in their trademark loud, intense style. It is unclear how this unusual team-up was organized, but it is unlikely that this brief guest spot led to much crossover fan appeal for either group.
"Ante Up" was later remixed with added verse by Flipmodian Busta Rhymes and Terror Squad queen Remy Ma, and was released on the greatest hits record 10 Yearz And Gunnin'. Believe it or not, it is the last hip hop record from M.O.P. In the beginning of the century they switched labels from Loud to Roc-A-Fella in order to have more income and more creative control, but the long-awaited release is still on the shelves. M.O.P. also made a rock-rap album titled simply Mash Out Posse, but it received bad reviews from rap fans who wanted M.O.P. to just rap.
In June 2005, M.O.P. officially announced their signing with 50 Cent's G-Unit, at the same time as Queens rap duo Mobb Deep.
Fire
M.O.P. Lyrics
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Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad
(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the motherfuckin
(You motherfuckers get up!) Dungeon, nigga
(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!)
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Get in yo' ass nigga
Firing Squad huh? Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Nigga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
It's Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you?
Nigga where yo' soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
The niggas you coincide with, you don't wanna collide with
(M!) Exclude them, they already know the name
They already know the game, they already know we flame
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky, they put 'em in boots
And camoflauge suits, and they still can't get wit me
I'm wicked, look at the way I rip it
I'm off-balance, I'm mentally challenged, but I'm gifted
(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
I'll get at yo' crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!)
The question is - where the fuck it came from?
Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck untamed him?
And why can't they restrain him?
There's somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he's angry and straight spittin
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Hahahahahaha!
Cobra-ass nigga, NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!
[Danze] Yo, let's go!
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
{?} perish, with my tactic
Terminate, act hell, I bust brain cells
I'm international, my name rings bells
So take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war
Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw
Fuck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door
This is {FI-YAHHHHHHH} we give a fuck about your rag
You motherfuckers made New York look bad
With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O
Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
Nigga sixteen bars'll get you caught up - this ain't Mickey D's
But fuck around, and I'll suicide your order
Pop shit I'm poppin hollows in you niggas 'tinue to serve
When the Desert burn whoever's left on the menu
First Fam', we don't start wars with you, but my dogs will
Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, {?} witchu
We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
So we just spit it back to the hood, motherfucker we spittin
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Get yo' ass up, nigga!
What? What? What-what-what-what-what, ow, oh, AOWWWWW
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
What happened to the M.O. (P!) nigga we make history
You don't know? Then find yo' ass on Unsolved Mystery
When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly)
It's a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
Fuck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo' eye and dump
[Verse Four: Lil' Fame]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} And that's whassup, so nigga whattup?
You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah!
You know the motherfuckin style, my goons is wild
We turn this whole, motherfucker into the OK Corral
(So what it's gon' be bitch?) Nigga look into this
What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a bitch you is
We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, nigga?
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
[Outro]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out nigga
(It's the way of the world nigga) Yeah!
Fall up out this bitch
(Sopranos!) C'mon (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!) {*fades out*}
The song "Fire" by M.O.P. features aggressive and boastful lyrics about their prowess in the rap game. The first verse delivered by Billy Danze talks about his dominance in the industry, questioning other rappers where their "soldiers" are and flaunting his ability to outsmart and overpower his opponents. The hook, delivered by the group, repeats the phrase "FI-YAHHHHHHH" (pronounced "fire") which emphasizes the explosive nature of their music and attitude. The second verse, rapped by Lil' Fame, further emphasizes this point as he describes himself as having the "mind of a sick psychiatric" and boasts about his international fame. The third verse delivered by Danze takes a darker turn, referencing gun violence and asserting M.O.P.'s place in rap history, which will be remembered in Unsolved Mysteries. The song finishes with a final hook, encouraging the listener to stand up and take notice of M.O.P.'s skill.
The song "Fire" was released as a single in 1998, and features production from DJ Premier. The track is known for its use of a sample from the theme song of the TV show Kojak, which was popular in the 1970s. The sample, along with the group's hard-hitting lyrics and aggressive delivery, contribute to the track's popularity and lasting impact. A music video was also released for the song, which features the group performing in an underground subway tunnel.
Line by Line Meaning
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
I'm just trying to make some money
It's Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you?
My name is Bill Diggy, who the hell are you?
Nigga where yo' soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
Where are your friends? The guys you hang out with?
The niggas you coincide with, you don't wanna collide with
The guys you associate with, you don't want to mess with them
(M!) Exclude them, they already know the name
Exclude them, they already know who we are
They already know the game, they already know we flame
They already know the rules, they know we're fire
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky, they put 'em in boots
It's tricky, they put them in boots
And camoflauge suits, and they still can't get wit me
Even with camouflage suits, they still can't keep up with me
I'm wicked, look at the way I rip it
I'm skilled and destructive, look at how I perform
I'm off-balance, I'm mentally challenged, but I'm gifted
I may not be stable mentally, but I still have talent
(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
It's your turn to face us, you know what we're capable of
I'll get at yo' crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!)
I'll attack your crew with a small firearm
The question is - where the fuck it came from?
The question is - where did it come from?
Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck untamed him?
Why did you attack him and who made him wild?
And why can't they restrain him?
And why can't they control him?
There's somethin goin on with this kid
There's something happening with this guy
Look in his eyes, he's angry and straight spittin
Look into his eyes, he's angry and rapping fiercely
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
Fire! Fire! Fire! my friend
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
We are from Brownsville and we are rapping fiercely
Cobra-ass nigga, NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!
Dangerous guy, my friend!
[Danze] Yo, let's go!
Let's do this!
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
I have the mindset of a mentally disturbed person
{?} perish, with my tactic
{?} disappear, with my strategy
Terminate, act hell, I bust brain cells
Destroy, act like hell, I harm brains
I'm international, my name rings bells
I'm known worldwide, my name is recognized
So take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war
Let's have a battle on the beach, this is a serious conflict
Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw
We're bringing you raw and authentic rap music from our neighborhood
Fuck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
We don't care about mediocre rappers on your countdown
We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door
We're representing the crackhouse, bring your money if you want to get in
This is {FI-YAHHHHHHH} we give a fuck about your rag
This is fire, we don't care about your reputation
You motherfuckers made New York look bad
You guys made New York City look terrible
With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O
With all these gangster imposters, I'm the real deal
Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
Or you can come find me and Fizzy Wo'
Nigga sixteen bars'll get you caught up - this ain't Mickey D's
Just sixteen bars will get you in trouble - this is not a game
But fuck around, and I'll suicide your order
But mess with me, and I'll destroy your plans
Pop shit I'm poppin hollows in you niggas 'tinue to serve
If you talk trash, I'll shoot bullets at you while you keep serving
When the Desert burn whoever's left on the menu
When the Desert (firearm) starts firing, whoever is left is in trouble
First Fam', we don't start wars with you, but my dogs will
My crew doesn't initiate conflicts, but my guys will
Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, {?} witchu
We'll bite you and shoot at you
We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
We receive support from the neglected areas of the neighborhood, and they deserve love
So we just spit it back to the hood, motherfucker we spittin
So we give back to the community, we're rapping fiercely
What happened to the M.O. (P!) nigga we make history
What happened to the M.O.P.? We make history
You don't know? Then find yo' ass on Unsolved Mystery
If you don't know, then you're clueless
When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly)
When the gun fires (repeatedly)
It's a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
It's a serious conflict with many guns involved when your guys come after me
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
You have to be a tough guy, my neighborhood's rules, real motivators
Fuck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo' eye and dump
We don't do drive-by shootings, we confront you face to face and shoot
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} And that's whassup, so nigga whattup?
And that's what's up, so what's up?
You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah!
You know we represent Brownsville, ho yeah!
You know the motherfuckin style, my goons is wild
You know our style, my guys are crazy
We turn this whole, motherfucker into the OK Corral
We turn this whole place into a chaotic situation
(So what it's gon' be bitch?) Nigga look into this
(So what's it going to be, bitch?) Look into this
What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a bitch you is
You are a ridiculously suspicious son of a bitch
We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
We were practicing, count your revolver shots when you fire them
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
(BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin
(Burst! Burst! Burst! Drop him!) We're rapping fiercely
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! Nigga
Fire! Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! My friend
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
We are from Brownsville and we are rapping fiercely
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, nigga?
Fire! Whoo! What's up, my friend?
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
We are from Brownsville and we are rapping fiercely
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out nigga
Fire! Ride out, my friend
(It's the way of the world nigga) Yeah!
(That's how the world works, my friend) Yeah!
Fall up out this bitch
Leave this place
(Sopranos!) C'mon (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!) {*fades out*}
(Sopranos!) Come on (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!)
Lyrics © DistroKid, CONSALAD CO., Ltd., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FERRY CORSTEN, JOHN NIGEL TAYLOR, NICK RHODES, SIMON LEBON, STERLING CAMPBELL, WARREN CUCCURULO
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