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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Vocals
Billy Danze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Hutson, Sr.
Songwriter
Eric Murray
Songwriter
Jamal Grinnage
Songwriter
Leroy Bell
Songwriter
Malik Cox
Songwriter
Michael Hawkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Qwan
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
David Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
That alright
Y'all gonna take the mic into the bathroom with that shit?
Yeah (You know)
Yeah (You know)
Come on
Mo Peace, the fuck you at?
Mo Peace, fuck the fuck, fuck the fuck man, fuck the fuck
Come on
I'm the first, I'm the first
The last ****
I'm the first, I'm the first
The last ****
I'm the first, I'm the first
The last ****
I am the last seed of my old dad, the baby of an alchie
The last **** the youngest of the Mad Shop Posse
The last **** to wheelie your block with a Kawasaki
The last to act cocky, last to play Rocky
The last to worry about, who give a fuck about me
You've seen the stuff about me, this is what's up about me
You see the man standing next to the man, talking to the van
What about him?
He tell you who I am?
I'm the last **** to come up out the blaze like a 9/11 hero
Pistol cocking bloppin' a pound zero (Blam, bang)
We crave fire (Blam, bang)
We trade fire (Blam, bang)
We blaze fire, first family hire
Homie you fuckin' with a live wire, fo sho'
Coming out of the ville, same marksman
We straight sparking
We still marking, getting our mash on
Getting our blast off, we will set you ass on fire
I'm the first one that you know from off of your block
First youngin' who showed you, you don't go outside a block
I'm the first one that come to big homie to call on
When I throw that first shot
Homie, they all gone
I'm the second son of my mother, the first to say fuck it
Dre hand me the gat, I crack **** like Nantucket
When it come to gettin' paper I'm the first one in line
First one with dimes
The first and fifteenth, I'm on fire
So fuck what you heard
I clapped what you dumped
Go get to your chicken head bitch who want what
Act up, get smacked in the head with a black Desert
Be your first and your last time you ever disrespect me
I'm from the bottom, I ain't lose my thirst
First time I bust my gun, was murder in the first
**** act crazy, I see to it you lay first
**** who rap one time from Bleek get it in
The only **** to phone me and holla at the homie
From chest to chest **** I respect what you told me
From Y, T to O, T to O, T to Y, T
Without this thorough barrow **** where would thou be
See the only reason I do what I do, 'cause I'm true
And the goodbye from the ride with you and your crew
So get low, 'til you go M, O
Oh fo sho', get more fire
F-F-F-F-Fire
You fucking with a predator
You don't want no problems
I spit heavy shit
I had you whipped doin' the Harlem
I'm the only **** to stand in the stand with a hand cannon (Hand cannon)
Just to remodel your bandana
The only **** to go to the mall
And shop for twelve live ****, just to invite them to brawl (Let's go)
And we don't give a fuck who you call
Them M.O.P. **** still breaking them laws
M.O.P. taking the wall
Let's go
Written by: E. Murray, J. Grinnage, L. Bell, L. Hutson, Sr., M. Cox, M. Hawkins