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[Verse 1]. Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land. Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand. Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road.
[Verse 1]. Somebody's knockin' on the door somebody's ringin' the bell. Somebody's knockin' on the door and we got em all scared as hell. But you ain't gotta open up still I bust through.
[Verse 1]. This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans. The ones that pumpin' up the party. Jump and shake your hands. And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher.
(Intro). Yo what up, yeah yeah, that's so it determine. Delinquent habits and the Puerto Rican bandit. "Big Pun" yo check it out yo. . (Big Punisher).
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah say. . I keep tryna tell ya, you can't keep me on a leash. No matter how hard you train me. I'll do what I want in the end, and you can't disagree.
Yeah, nigga. The smoke of New York. Get up, come on. . There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you. Some say your soul may burn in the flame. So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you.
"World... world... world... world...". . Whattup? Aight?. Whattup whattup whattup niggy?. . It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad. (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question!.
Ah here we go, here we go. I gotta go (ah ah ah aha). Eh, you motherfuckers (ah). Eh, I just gotta dig on. Play my track. Brrr. . Aha. City all. Yeah (ow).
A big city baby. Time to bend on some shit. y'all people don't understand. That shit is real out here. I'm a tell y'all a story. Now this story didn't happen too long ago.
Aaaah. Fuck it, Fuck you, Come on! Ah. . Chorus:. M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah). Billy Danze: Can't nobody change. The way them thug niggaz do they thing.
Yeah!! (ooh shit!). You know who the fuck this is?. It's the hardest, spittin'.... M.o.p.. . [Chorus]. Warrior! come out and play nigga!. I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?.
[Intro: M.O.P.]. Hahaha... they think they rid ourselves. We definitely got to give the drummer somethin (c'mon!). Slaughterhouse (c'mon!) M.O.P. (c'mon!).
[Chorus]. Everybody loves a winner. Losers only get to lose. Everybody loves a winner. It makes us feel like we're winners too. Everybody loves a winner.
Everybody wants a mansion and a yacht. Billboard charts they want that number one spot. Even if it means rap, I'm gon' get shot. True entertainment story.
Does it feel like you're never gonna find it?. And does it feel like you're always one step behind it?. And does it feel like you're out in this world alone?.
[Verse 1]. Now I was raised in the projects with no running water. Never really knew my father. Sister was a dancer,. Granddad died of cancer,. Momma was a gambler (uh huh).
Sometimes when Im with you I feel like a mess. no emotion. The smell of your perfume. The scent of your lotion. Floatin through the air, to another world.
I don't know watchu doin'. (where you goin'? Come back!) okay!. But please just do it to me. (where you goin'? Come back!). And I don't know where you goin'.
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