Roll Call Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

[Intro] 

In the year 2000... 

{M-O-P} still bangin 

{Firing Squad!} 

{The last generation...} 

Hey, hey, hey, hey 

All right let me brake it down one for time for you 

You motherfuckers 

Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain`t playin no motherfuckin games 

[Lil` Fame] 

Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y. 

N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A 

And I spray a, it`s Fizzy Womack truck 

Bitch don`t get in my way 

Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace 

Fight along with the shell aces 

Holler if you hear me 

I turn your head into a skeleton skull 

And leave it hollow if you hear me 

I keep it funky, understand me son 

I rock my Timb`s untied, I don`t plan to run 

Niggas see Lil` Fame creep through the back street 

With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat 

What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that`s cute 

But I`m hear to fuck up your day do 

Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo 

I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin 

[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] 

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer 

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger 

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire 

Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call 

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer 

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger 

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire 

Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call 

[Billy Danze] 

Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand? 

be -I-Double L-why-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) 

Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer 

Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer 

Y`all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it`s goin be 

Just make it loud and clear 

Come here nigga, I can`t hear nigga 

I`m deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga) 

You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I`m sympathetic 

Don`t bet it, you should give me a little credit 

I grew up where it`s equivalent to none (none) 

Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) 

Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin 

At ease soldier, it`s the untouchable type, that you like 

We burn pipes, it`s over 

[Chorus] 

[Lil` Fame] 

I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system 

Nigga feel me, I want my goons 

Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli 

Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit 

Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit 

(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son 

We heavy metal, what`s your love? (Ghetto prisoners) 

Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker 

[Billy Danze] 

Aiyo we live by the code of the streets 

Move wit our peeps 

Since it`s hard to eat, we hardly sleep 

I put my life on the line every step of the way 

It`s for a good cause (for you and yours) of course 

Okay, now that we establish that 

Nigga where the fuck that money at 

I know you got it, and I want it Jack 

Just give me half of that 

Take the other half and get yourself another pack 

And I`ll be back for that 

[Chorus]