[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.
Yo check this out homeboy. God's on your side right? So why don't you do this, reasonable. 14K, bow, pzzshw, I'm Audi. (You wanna do this direct or not man? 17 man).
Yeah man, when I get old and shit. With my grandkids and shit. I gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down with them. Yo guess what?. . I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stance.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. . 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 gonna let these motherfuckers know something. . We happen to be them, live niggaz. (Don't try). Niggaz, do or die niggaz. Fizzy Womack, y'all, true hillfigga.
(Look nigga, you know the name). (Where we from nigga? 718). (Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!). C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!. (M plus O plus P!). . Check it out now.
Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes. Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga. But now I want my shit back, bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A..
[Chorus]. Firing Squad.. Ain't no tellin' what they might do.. Firing Squad.. Yo, them niggas will invite you.. Firing Squad.. To the battlefields so they can wipe you..
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly). I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly. They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be. So I switched the game around, and now it's on me.
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly). I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly. They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be. So I switched the game around, and now it's on me.