(Love you). Fuck you, fuck you and you stink. You funny, rank looking ass, ugly baby (I do love you). I hope they come up with a new ass whopping just for you.
Heaven I need ya. Can't wait 'til I see ya. Until the day I'm wide awake. I'll find my own Nirvana in the lap of Khadijah. Lord don't take me. Laid up with a Libra.
[Intro]. Yeah-yeah. Yeah-yeah, yeah. . [Hook]. Hope you get to see it all there. I hope you get to feel it alright. Or maybe (?) all there. Maybe (?) all there.
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?.
[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt. [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt. [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt. [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt. . [F] Top of the line, for your mind.
[ Billy Danzenie ]. Ah! check it out, y'all. M.O.P. up in this motherfucker. You niggaz hear?. . [ Bill ] M.O.P to the motherfuckin death. [ Fame ] Straight from the streets gettin cash.
[Chorus-Young Buck]. Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun. Then you dont want none then that ass better run. You can get hit in the middle of this shit.
[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!).
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like. I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand. Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying.
Take minks off! Take things off!. Take chains off! Take rings off!. Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!. (Ante Up!) Everything off!. Fool what you want? We stifling fools.
featuring Teflon and Jay Z. . Lil' Fame:. . Seventy five. Raised on a strip called here brotha hill. Where guns pop and cops get killed. This is the place where paranoya.
[F] Uhh!. . [D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga!. [D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid nigga!. [D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga!. [D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid!.
Check check check. . Ah. Handle your business. Can't get your grip. Can I get a witness?!. Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled. Grip your steel.
[Chorus]. She's in love with a hustla. She don't be messing with them suckas. Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on. And I know that she be feeling me.
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid. Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid. Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid. Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up. . Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses.