[Chorus 2X: M.M.O.]
  We in the last days, my mind spinnin' like waves
  Rise spendin' on blaze, rap's spreadin' like haze
  
  [Triggnomm]
  I reflect the greatest, Trebet's and Vegas
  On fleer jets, swap begets with vets that's famous
  We M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless 'dro
  Zay and mo, size then sounds of four pounds
  Rep the hometown, cause then only know me in Coney
  Though bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit the
  Unordinary situations that vary
  So much of Clinton and lifestyle of George Benson
  I bump Mary N. Brown to obituaries
  And every now and then, I stroll through a cemetery
  I pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projects
  Visualize the logic, of one losin' the son
  I say no to the gun, then I say no to the smoke
  I say no to sellin' crack, then I say no to sellin' coke
  I say no to hero'n, also known as dope
  I say no cause I know them others just can't cope
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Triggnomm]
  I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toys
  We love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffs
  Laid up, for 12 months, got violated for blunts
  Whack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to front
  Survivors a sin, live a long life of pretend
  Til thugs get the wind, killa's come home from doin' ten
  Can't quite blend in, headin' back to the pen
  Where vice is shiest, and life is like a game of dice
  So I don't indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboas
  Pistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the bold
  Onyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be sold
  And ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residence
  Who'd ever think we'd go from gangsters to gents
  Aiyo, who'd ever think we'd go from playas to pimps
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  
  [Triggnomm]
  See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talk
  And on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walk
  On Coney Isle, AKA Criminal Isle
  Slash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and found
  A real merry-go-round, when the sun go down
  Get caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.'s
  And if you really ball, we even give you a wall
  Lust loots the law, where I'm from, 1-2-4
  It's history in the makin', O.J. and Payton
  Jesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin'
  Reality parallel to Mickey and Mallory
  Natural born, casualty, beemin' cash for a fee
  See evil does it and the dead live above it
  So I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it
  
  [Chorus to fade]