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.
G Building
M.O.P. Lyrics
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I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?)
Me bitch (who dat?)
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
'Cause when I'm spittin', I'ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
I'm still doin' my thang,(go head) bells they still ring (uh huh)
Now who the lame that wan' tango with lil fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
(Ah!) how you like me now?
That "kool moe p" shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block want to move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? 'cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, 'cause you now listen
Dump off your body 'til your whole family die fishin'?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa'
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa' ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with fame
'Cause I'm a machine gun Kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, yap a dude!
Ain't no escapin' these streets I'm raised in
It's so amazin', we still blazin'
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit' yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American (slash!) pretty boy
First fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit' us
Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',
Mashin'!
I done figured it out (what's that?)
They don't want us to shine (true)
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I'm facin' situations like this
You dissin'? I'm hittin'
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I'm a whole different breed of man
Bill danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I'm servin' double and single shots on the rocks, nigga (ah!)
What! who gon' tame me
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin' at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
First family trainee, take what's mine
'99 is my time to shine, that's that
(Take it easy) fuck that, I'm ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy wo', (suckas never played us)
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shut up! shut up! now you want to show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it (fire!)
First fam', ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit' us
Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',
Mashin'!
The song "G-Building" by M.O.P. is a gritty and aggressive rap track that showcases the duo's prowess as rappers from Brooklyn. The lyrics boast about their skills, their ability to take on any challengers, and their street smarts. The chorus, "First fam, ridiculous, violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust," is a declaration of the group's power and ability to defend their turf.
The verses contain vivid descriptions of violent confrontations, including shooting and beating up rivals. The lyrics also mention the group's disregard for fame, as they value their reputation on the streets more than any accolades from the music industry. The use of slang and profanity adds to the authenticity of the track and makes it clear that the group is not to be messed with.
Overall, "G-Building" is a hard-hitting track that embodies the tough and uncompromising nature of East Coast hip-hop. It remains a classic in the genre and a testament to M.O.P.'s skill as rappers.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?)
I have returned and am currently unwillingly confined in this location.
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I am a thug from Brooklyn, what do you see in me?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
I have a reputation for controlling this industry despite the opinions of critics.
'Cause when I'm spittin', I'ma split your shitit
When I rap, I will metaphorically 'split your sh*t'.
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
If I aim at you, you will try to become famous by being the person I targeted.
But ain't, provin' a thang
But you will not prove anything by being targeted by me.
I'm still doin' my thang,(go head) bells they still ring (uh huh)
I am still pursuing my goals, and the effects of my actions are still being felt.
Now who the lame that wan' tango with lil fame
Who is foolish enough to challenge me?
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
If you are willing to step into the metaphorical ring with me, I will 'break you up' like Mills Lane.
(Ah!) how you like me now?
Are you enjoying my current state of success and power?
That "kool moe p" shit, nigga, put it down
The 'Kool Moe P' style of rap is mine, and I am putting it down (as in, putting my own spin on it).
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
I need a gun with a silencer because my current gun is too loud.
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
When my gun starts to make noise, people will be scared like a child.
Made the church people on your block want to move out
My actions have frightened people on your block, even churchgoers.
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
I kill and dispose of people and remain calm.
Why? 'cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
Because when we have guns on us in public places,
We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
We do not order people to raise their hands, but rather to stand up.
You gotta get it, 'cause you now listen
You must understand and respect my power because you are currently listening to me.
Dump off your body 'til your whole family die fishin'?
Will I dispose of your body in the water until your entire family meets their fate?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa'
I am the mayor of the streets and a player in ghetto life.
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa' ass cheek flare
I will have sex with your prostitute girlfriend, and my large penis will make her buttocks jiggle.
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
I do not care about fame or wish to pursue it.
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with fame
However, I caution you against messing with my legendary status.
'Cause I'm a machine gun Kelley, clappa dude
Because I am a talented rapper known for its rapid fire flow, I am like Machine Gun Kelley the gangster.
Write my name across your belly, yap a dude!
I will sign your autograph on your stomach with your money before I leave.
Ain't no escapin' these streets I'm raised in
There is no escaping the violent streets I come from.
It's so amazin', we still blazin'
It is amazing how we still smoke weed despite the danger it presents.
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin
No one can save you from the chaos that stems from our actions as thugs.
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Our enemies will strip the unprotected skin from your head.
Wit' yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
With your wig split open and your chest caved in from our violence.
So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
Do not interfere with me or my money, or you will become my next victim.
So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American (slash!) pretty boy
Listen closely, because I am a legendary American rapper and a pretty boy.
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
We will not tolerate any violators who try to interfere with us.
Them false dudes can't get wit' us
Fake people cannot relate to us nor enter our circles.
Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
Women are afraid of us because we are too aggressive, crude and unfiltered in our ways.
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
Anyone foolish enough to try will not be able to join us.
'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', Mashin'!
We are always armed, shooting, hustling, cruising, disposing of trash or rolling dice.
They don't want us to shine (true)
People do not want us to succeed, and this is a true statement.
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
If you thought I got rid of my gun, you are delusional.
I still got it, for when I'm facin' situations like this
I still have my gun for when I find myself in situations like this.
You dissin'? I'm hittin'
If you are disrespecting me, I will attack you.
I'm a whole different breed of man
I am a very unique and superior type of man.
Bill danze, Brownsville, Bronx
My name is Bill Danze and I am from Brownsville in the Bronx.
And I'm servin' double and single shots on the rocks, nigga (ah!)
I'm serving shots of alcohol on the rocks, both double and single shots.
Who gon' tame me
Who can control me?
I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
I am a person from a violent block and cannot be changed.
You can look at me strangely
If you want me to look at you oddly.
Keep yappin' at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
If I attack you verbally or physically for the things you say, it is your own fault.
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us (First fam, ridiculous)
Fools attempt to move or act like us, but they cannot truly follow our ways. (The first family is ridiculous in their skill and power.)
We quick to bust, Them false dudes can't get wit' us
We are fast to attack and fake people cannot relate to us.
Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
Women are afraid of us because we are too aggressive, crude and unfiltered in our ways.
Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
Anyone foolish enough to try will not be able to join us.
'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', Mashin'!
We are always armed, shooting, hustling, cruising, disposing of trash or rolling dice.
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Written by: ERIC MURRY, JAMAL GRINNAGE
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