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[Intro]
Ah here we go, here we go I gotta go (ahahahaha) Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd) Ehh, I just gotta dig on Play my track Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [Teflon] Aha City All Yeah (oww) 4 life Life, uh [Chorus: Teflon] Ayo, it's all live nigga But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga But it's all tight (gimme that!) Where you from nigga? (that's right) Make it real clear (clear!) The ville (ville!) (that's right) Here (Hell yeah!) We still here [Teflon] Another year scratchin' But this time around, Loud that got down with the action Nigga, y'all know what's happenin' We full grown nigga What you call Hell, we call home So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga Hostile takeover, still got the camp time Lock and let this deal pop I..take your place soldier Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train hard to get your cabin twist off This tough law baby But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too Welcome to Brownsville [Chorus with variations] [Lil Fame] Whatever, whatever nigga I grip it, cock it Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run Hear the flood come now! You niggaz just called amnesia I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure [Teflon] Let 'em know who's real son This ain't no luggage tight trippin' M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right [Lil Fame] Heat up your chest and mind Show your people flesh and blood When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!) I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill Ain't nothin' worse I spit it Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me? This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built And some of the illest killaz was killed [Chorus w/ variations] [Billy Danze] Nigga, you witcha man the Danze now! (SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed? You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!) Some of the world's illest niggaz Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win All intention to sin It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!) Whoa Flip, he's just playin' It's time for you's the man Don't understand what he is sayin' Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted Ready to smoke crack (THE OL' BK WAY!) We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back [Chorus w/ variations] 2x Hahahaha Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!) Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh) Hahaha Nigga! (ow!) |
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[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B) Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.) Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah) Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo) Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh Yeahhh, yeahhhh When you're living your life (when you're living your life) You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive) There's no escape (ohh noooo) This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh) .. break it down! Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? (You don't want it no more!) Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? [Billy Danze] Hey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze (and Fizzy Womack) from the trenches of the dungeons Who want some? Remember I'm sick with it (BROWNSVILLE) B-K nigga, don't forget it I'm still beat boppin when you see me poppin through And the money mission seem to be impossible I put it down, all way across the board The original O.G. (?) not a fraud Clap, don't applaud It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!) I'm from where a lot of soldiers are found and the hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town When the gangsters decide to put it down I'll be around with my hat broke down, grippin a pound, now Please send them cats; I'll get up in 'em with venom bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back! [Product G&B] When you're living your life (when you're living your life) You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive) There's no escape (ohh noooo) This money gots to be made (heyyyyy) [Lil' Fame] Here we go again (YEAHHH) fall back 'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat Live from the headquarters, you already know so make yourself be heard - OHHHHHHHHH It's the F-I-Z-Z-Y, Dub-O-Mack Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that So tell me who in this (who in this) You in this (you in this) M.O.P., we ruin this, doin this BACK, one mo' gen (THAT'S RIGHT) And the, streets is back y'all, come on in We bring the heat on purpose Clear, shit in the middle of your show like a horse at the circus Damn what you worth bitch, you get your head gauze wrapped Real tight, tell me is it worth it? I'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me It's the First Family, tell yo' bitch talk to me, c'mon! [Product G&B] When you're living your life (when you're living your life) You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive) There's no escape (ohh noooo) This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh) .. break it down! Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? (You don't want it no more!) Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life So what y'all motherfuckers wanna do? I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough We gotta get it right Ghetto & Blues intertwined together G&B will make you feel alright! So we started from the ground up headed right to the top, ohh ohhhhhh We makin moves for cheddar cause the streets are too hot G&B, M.O.P. yeahh yeahh Ohhh oooohhh, ohh ohh, ohh yeah yeah And my homies I got my mind made up, come on, let's get dough We gotta get it right (everyday) Feelin the beat Goin my way If I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way? And why does crime stay on, my mind? Here we go, back again Here we go, here we go again Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee Uhh, uhh, it's G&B Sincere Money Harm Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P. Brooklyn, uhh, L.I., yeah |
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Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Lil Fame: 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 stiflin them fools Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!) Billy Danze: Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep rugged dress code Always in this stress mode (That shit will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill Chorus: Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Lil Fame: Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make em envy You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool! If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money Billy Danze: The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin these childish games with me Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga Chorus Lil Fame: I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) Billy Danze: Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance Cuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona! I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord! Chorus Outro: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... The fuck, the fuck, the fuck... Nigga! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... Ha, what First Family, First Family... Brooklyn... Yeah! |
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[Billy Danze]
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 (You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be (You're still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest ?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness.. Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd you stop for? Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel! As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today I think back about cats, that have passed away That's why I feel more cursed than blessed And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain See it's the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here A shootout, is like a common cold out here That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all When it's crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y'all I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawl It's where I realized it's a cold world, after all You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit (You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page; able to tame my rage A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage Take a look at me now; a born winner In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me (For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill again! {*beat changes*} [Lil' Fame] You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart Take two steps back it's gon' hurt you pah! Who the fuck talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal? This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted like bamboo with no trees in it Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini We came into the game with some change for (??) fear Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow Who grindin, who thieves, but I'm lookin mean yo with a gangster lean though, big dog in it With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep 'em clean doe I know the pros and cons so I married the game Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name I'm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled Double (??), who the fuck gon' stop Fame? Y'all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game Niggaz ain't feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin I'm the shit that felt good comin out of my pop's semen Hit the streets and thug with me No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can't fuck with me Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow But look bitch, I'ma let you know now You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was? I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh! I ain't clappin over your head I'ma make sure I pop somethin through ya Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead Motherfucker! |
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[Lil Fame]
YEAH!! (Ooh shit!) YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS IS? IT'S THE HARDEST, SPITTIN'... M.O.P. [Chorus: Billy Danze] Warrior! Come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! What you say nigga? All of ya! Lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga! Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga? All of ya! Yeah, lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! Huh, todays the day nigga! [Billy Danze] Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick Fuckin' my dog here! Keep thinkin' I'ma bitchin' And fuckin' 'em right here! In the middle of the street Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat You know it ain't nothin' sweet I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know I still throw it down for the fear, for real (FOR SHO!) Burned down your empire, physicnantal school When I jump about the roof with a cuh (FI-RE!!) a-yah Got a gift for you, you like presents? Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin' I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is PAID UP! I put you in the box, are you chillin'? BLADE UP! You heard me tell 'em blade up! As the bright light blind ya Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya [Chorus: Billy Danze] Warrior! Come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga? All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! Yeah, todays the day nigga! Warrior! Yes, come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you sat nigga? All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! AHH, todays the day nigga! [Lil Fame] I heard ya ass ringin' up for months On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a RV Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-?- Twentyfour years of pain, bitch Fame is a loner I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma GAME OVER! Nigga, that's a fact bitch Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch I back bitch (AHH), see I'm a veteran get your medal in Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this? I hope your family got love for you soldier Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (FOR REAL!) Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em Cocked back and spit five at 'em (ROCK IT NOW!) Whole teeth puttin' it work I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass And put your body in the earth (SET 'EM STRAIGHT!) [Billy Danze] Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight Crimination got my niggaz on a mission Erh walk through on ya (FIRE!!), talk to on ya (FIRE!!) Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (They don't wanna watchin' you!) Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do I master the art of war, step to niggaz up That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo' I'm from Brownsville, dude I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz And lord knows I raise Hell to the best of my ability It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me [Lil Fame] You feelin' me? Motherfucker pay homage I put down down the rules of Ms. Watt criminal carnage I have your ass hypernatin' Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin' I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (Pack!) Ville! That's how we do down here (Browns kill!) You come fuck around here, Brooklyn! [Chorus: Billy Danze] Warrior! Come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! Huh, what you say nigga? All of ya! Shesh, lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! Fuck it, todays the day nigga! Warrior! Uh, come out and play nigga! I'm callin' ya! Shesh, what you say nigga? All of ya! Fuck it, lead the way nigga! I'm warning ya! Ahh, todays the day nigga! Hahaha Have I told you I forgot YEAH! To be your lover Have I told you.. That's it, now's all UHH! Salute You motherfuckin' venom! UHH! You motherfuckin' venom, get back! You motherfuckin'.. Where the bag? where the bag? where the bag? where the bag? You motherfuckers is garbage! When the fuck? Where the fuck? What the fuck? Uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!) Hahahahaha (WHAT THE FUCKER!!!) YEAH! To be your lover Have I told you Have I told you, yeah yeah LOVER!! SORRY! Be your lover Have I told you.. Have I told you.. Have I told you I forgot To be your lover Have I told you.. |
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Lil Fame] 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 known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit When I aim, yo you try to get a name But aint, provin a thang I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh] Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now? That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child Made the church people on your block wanna move out I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up You gotta get it, cuz you now listen Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin? The street mayor, ghetto street playa Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude! Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in It's so amazin, we still blazin Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy HOOK: First Fam, ridiculous Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust Them false dudes can't get wit us Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough First Fam, ridiculous Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin, MASHIN!! [Billy Danze] I done figured it out [what's that?] They don't want us to shine [true] You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this You dissin? I'm hittin Listen, is it me or the industry to understand I'm a whole different breed of man Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!] What! Who gon' tame me I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me You can look at me strangely Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me First Family trainee, take what's mine '99 is my time to shine, that's that [Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us] They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!] HOOK |
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[Chorus: Billy Danze]
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves Slick Money was a popular phrase And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze [Chorus: Lil' Fame] This is for the old school niggas from back in the day When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves Slick Money was a popular phrase And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze [Billy Danze] This is for them cats from way, way back When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match (damn) Y'all look good in them sheep skins Make noise in the middle of the street all week Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man Can't be fuckin up them sneakers while you at ya jam Get up on the speakers and your B-Boy stand I remember the Beemer, I remember the Cadillac I remember the seat broke back I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat Uncle, I remember all that When the main reason for squeezin was to let 'em know your got one Pop shots at the party to see niggas run When the 38 long, was the worst biggest gun You niggas had a lotta fun [Chorus: Lil' Fame] [Chorus: Billy Danze] [Lil' Fame] I used to them lean (lean) hard as fuck Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin the block In them 98 Oldsmobile wit the rag top Try to look these in your BVD In the wind, wit ya Kangols, Puma's and Lee's Used to drink private stock, Millers and Old Gold Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold Oh (oh) dirty 38's was the tool that'll bless you (Saturday Night Special) O.G. niggas, God damn I miss 'em Pumpin Run-D.M.C. thru the goose neck system It don't matter, up or down hill nigga Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow This is M.O.P., shout to your isle, for the love [Chorus: Billy Danze] [Chorus: Lil' Fame] [Hook 2X: Crystal Asia] Back in the days, back in the days I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school Back in the days, back in the days I really want to take it back to the way things used to be |
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{*whispered*} Come on!
[Chorus: M.O.P.] Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP! [B.D.] Once againnnnnnn.. [L.F.] You won't believe it! [B.D.] Once againnnn.. [L.F.] It's M.O.P., you see it! Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, WON'T STOP! Can't stop, DON'T STOP! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ohhhhhhhhhhhh-ehhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh YO WHO DAT, YO WHO DAT?! [Lil' Fame] Once again, we come with the rush (IT'S US BABY) For all those platinum and plus (WE CRUSH BABY) It's Home Team back with the true thing Back with a new thing, back with a new slang mayne We bang three times three M&M's Yo I'm sittin on chrome.. BITCH, and I ain't talkin bout rims! We got exclusive, new shit, you know, you get true shit, from us, to help y'all move with M. Fitzroy nigga, makin them hits Amateurs in the game, we makin 'em quit I got your baby momma chest a jumpin around and gettin on dowwwn, with her big ass, and shakin her tits Nigga, I don't be lyin, I will blast iron at you fake-ass thugs that think you made of cast iron So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down I will step and, stomp yo' ass to ground round, cause I [Chorus] [Billy Danze] I got my Cobra vision goggles on, I see you comin with a six-pack and a smile homes, I like your style homes I felt your vibe from a mile away And it's okay though, cause the demon in me decided to lay low (Aiyyo!) Nigga I drink that six-pack witcha so I'll say that I was under the influence when I hitcha Anyway, it's a brand new day Still underrated, still the most hated Niggaz can't fade it; they know they can't tame us or change us, so they treat us like strangers (WE'RE DANGEROUS) I am so anxious, that it scares me sometimes Find myself doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind I seem to find time to nig-gotiate (MASH) Renogiate blast at a nigga straight BLAST Get rid of his ass, rugged never smooth (M) BLAST (O) BLAST (P) on the move! |
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{*Premier* "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!"} [Lil' Fame] Check it out now All games aside, all lames aside I'm a rebel, with all games combined All things in line I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark Yo where your burners at? Fizzy Wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat Don't get the man vexed, you'll get scratched, pronto Bill and Fame make magic like Premier and, Eddie Sancho (YO WHERE YOU BEEN KID?) I don't know, gettin ready for war Parlayin with Ebony and Kwa Foes wanna surround me with jealousy and war But dem nah worry me, what you wan' bury me for? I'm tired of fools askin me if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole" And how many copies did the first album "M.O.P.: To the Death" sold? And if "How About Some Hardcore" went gold? What up with these R&B cats nowadays rockin doo-rags with braids (THEY FUCKED UP NOW) Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappers But Fizz is gonna be Famester, Famester's gonna be slapper I been doin this pah I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape just to record Marley Marl (IT'S THE FIRING SQUAD) Yo (JUMP) yo (JUMP) (FIRST FAMILY) For the two (OH) oh (OHHHHH) Chorus: M.O.P. [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [Billy Danze] Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild I made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrial Now I'm a suspect that play by his own rules And most dudes can't fit in my shoes The world needs to know it's only one William Danzini You synthetic-ass niggaz can't see me (nope) You plexiglass-ass niggaz can't be me You generic-ass nigga won't believe me (WE'VE BEEN TRAINED BY THE OLD CODE) Talk while you unload (???) I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights I'm still sufferin from alcohol abuse And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce (DAMN NIGGA YOU LOOSE) I'm just me I'm sick of tellin you dudes, so (WHAT IT'S GON' BE) Who put them hammers to use now (M.O.P.) It's what the ghetto produce yo (FIRST FAMILY) I'm a predicate, you niggaz is delicate All that bullshit you talkin is irrelevant I am devil sent (BLOW EM DOWN) All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit I make it tragic, when I rapdily (FIRE!!) (BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK) BASTARD! Chorus: M.O.P. [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! [F] Crews, listen! WHO, IS IT? [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [B] First Family [F] Move (BOUNCE!) [F] Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me [B] Follow instructions! .. (for me) [B] Follow instructions! .. (for me) [B] Follow instructions! .. Hahahahaha, nigga! Nigga! Hahahahaha.. |
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7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?
New York you ready for this shit? I don't think so motherfucker Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!! Radio.. niggaz never play us!! (FiYAHHHH!!!) [Billy Danze] Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.. Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!) Survivors of the struggle Duke Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys (Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained to duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain He's restricted from the games, he's for real {*clapping* "We love you Billy!"} You've been missin the man Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze (Raise him) the most highest He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family (What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn til his motherfuckin life expire Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob and steal and deal and, kill for thrills and how could you refuse the Danze? (It's hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine Just gimme mine, you understand? [Chorus: M.O.P.] [Fame] Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P. We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though Calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) [Bill] And we have the constitutional rights to bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm So; calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) [Lil' Fame] Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON) You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm I got cats like you wild, you mad I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag Look - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe (EASE BACK!) Fall, back See this nine M-double? All, black Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack Here's a clip full you can have all, that In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap aluminum bats around niggaz heads YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard? I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd Y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot I kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots Witness the game unfurl, don't be another (REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world [Chorus: M.O.P.] [Bill] It's the legendary M.O.P. We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though Calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) [Fame] Cause we have the constitutional rights to bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm So; calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) |
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[Chorus: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze]
Power (power) power (M dot O dot P devour) our (Loyalty is royalty boss We roll through wit tremendous force and bring) (Power) power (power) M dot O dot P devour (our) Family stick to the plan (we) we (Will) will (stand) stand, stand [Billy Danze] You motherfuckers gotta deal wit the consequences (for sure) I'm takin no prisoners under no conditions (for sure) I'm on a one way mission to hell, I'm missin details Thinkin of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell (I know they wanna see you fail) Fuck 'em, tell 'em see me I come thru wit two, hands full of fire, don't see me You can find me on the back blocks (in BK) I be posted up at the crack spots (all day) Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain In the blood, sweat & tears, from the years in the game My connection to Fame, is immortal Them bullshit we fought through (Remember what them Old Timerz taught you) Treat fee like royalty, the First Family, about loyalty Don't let a nigga change that, or rearrange that (If a nigga try to change that) You know where to aim at [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] This is it y'all, I don't hold back I'ma roll back, cock your four back, it's Womack nigga Pack guns, back gems, sold crack nigga I know the drug game but I chose rap, nigga You want that raw shit, well it rock right here You want that iced out shit, it's not right here Cuz it drop right here, I'm top of the line You at your borderline, how wack your shit, stop right here Fizzy Wo', spittin on niggas I drop diarrhea, watery shittin on niggas We can clown all day, I come about the hole like it's Groundhog Day And dump rounds all day (run up) I'mma fuck ya funnel This ain't no motherfuckin jam, bitch, squeeze ya gun up (First Fam) Make the heat scream, watch the heat scheme That's what the fuck I call a street team, we bring [Chorus] [Billy Danze] (Lil' Fame) Stand up for the Family (shut shit down) Bodies pop up (close shop up) Some thugs wanna waste us (but them thugs won't face us) Cuz our guns don't discriminate (and the slugs ain't racist) (Pull a cock, back on it, nigga act on it My blue steel shine, like I push a 'llac on it No serial numbers, so it gotta scratch on it And it make slugs travel like I put a Mack on it) When we where just little boys (we seen the big picture) Stuck down in the bottom (so we wrote our own scripture) Surrounded by my niggas (day in and day out) Got into shit to get figgas and couldn't find a way out (Them Old Timerz in the hood) They understand why we were always up to no good (we was crying for help) It's your everyday bring out, born in the middle of society's mess Motherfucker, I possess [Chorus] |
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[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet Get back 'fore I push your shit back Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!) Blaze him (yo, yo) Blaze him wit a 4 (4) Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street Cuz ya don't know BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs) Explode, watch me switch modes Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me I roll through your hood like it's my hood And won't have a second thought about if I could Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) It ain't nothing sweet down here Guns pop for niggas to eat down here (BROOKLYN) [Chorus]2x Home Sweet Home Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!! Brooklyn - Send em back home! Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at? [Lord Have Mercy] Never bring B (B) R (R) Double O K (K) L Y into it Bring size into it Sneak 9's into it Theives rise into it Seek crime, blow through it See shines, go to it Street name Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid) Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive You don't know me, and never will It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build Nigga, home of the pick pockets Four fifth polish, lift wallets Notorious like Chris Wallace (BROOKLYN!!) We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa) These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon) [Chorus]2x [Billy Danze] Now everybody rise to the occasion Duck when I'm aiming (First family!) Yeah, it's so amazing The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in It ain't nann nigga fadin shit I come equipped I put my life on the line for mine everytime Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras Hollered at (Bum Bum) Fired at (gun noises) Fire back every time with my cousin Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!) If you know a nigga as well as me you better bring a motherfuckin calvary Blesssss [Chorus]2x |
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(Chorus 2X: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em) Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em) (Lil' Fame) Live from the underworld It's Fizzy Womack ten bitch And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast Cuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya ass Hold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain That stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave) I try ta (when I spit) I got 'em (best believe) I shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea Home skillet, you way outta my past It's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass 7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga Fuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga Watch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!} (Chorus 2X) (Billy Danze) Say it (Brownsville) say it again nigga (Brownsvillllllle) To the motherfuckin end nigga I'm a street roller, heat holder Complete soldier -- repeat soldier William will hop out of a stolen ova And slump ya ass over I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept You motherfuckers better watch ya step (Debt) It's danger when fuckin wit a nickel-plated soldier Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya) I leave your inner body outta place Have you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face You niggas want war, keep it like that We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back (Chorus 2X) (Lil' Fame) I never been afraid to ride I ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this I'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout) Catch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale (Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout) I told you about fuckin wit mine, game over (Billy Danze) Flatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time Don't ever try to come at mine You never know what scheme I'm on Until the beam come on You know what team I'm on From the homicidal side of town Now, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up (Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill You motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...) (Chorus 2X) |
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*Cold as ice; you know that you are
*Cold as ice; as cold as ice to me! *Cold as ice...* Yeah, hahaahaha, OHHHH SHIT! *You're as cold as ice* YEAH!! *You're willing to sacrifice* Word the fuck UP! *You're as cold as ice* You're ICE! *You're willing to sacrifice* First Family *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* I'd like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill See I'm for real When delivering these M.O.P. tactics, I'll bury you bastards I custom make caskets The B.G. (told ya nigga) the Y.G. (soldier nigga) Even the O.G. (cobra nigga) told ya, nigga I may come with my gun in my hand to make sure, you motherfuckers understand Pardon me! How the fuck you gonna start with me? I'm a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for "mop" and shit Don't, don't, DON'T get it twisted I told you that we top of the line designed realistic For instance, MASH OUT POSSE will come through and clear yo' ass out dump and air yo' ass out, CHUMP, we cold *You're as cold as ice* That's right! *You're willing to sacrifice* SHO' NUFF! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* COME ON! *You're as cold as ice* First Family *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes One of the fastest at blasting flashes (BURNT) You seen my work, you know my steez It's a slim chance that I'ma hesitate to squeeze, please Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO) ... and Money bet' not make (?) or I break his ass Subtract his ass when I step through his hood Fuck dropping you, I'm into stopping you for good Stop him if you could *You're as cold as ice* And you'll be, stiff as a log in a suit looking nice Youse a sinner nigga *you're as cold as ice* But you ain't cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya You ain't in my class nigga, I'm the last nigga You gon' fuck around and get blast, sucker ass nigga The soul survivor, survivor sole Nigga you roll, and I roll, let's stroll - I told you that I'm cold! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* Yo, I terrorize guys, (EXERCISE) street formulas At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium Shit, I ain't concerned until it's my turn I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern But not in that form (hell nah) I perform lyrical heatwaves, that'll keep your brain warm But when it's on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up - Toe tag 'em! GOT HIM! Even ballistics won't be able to tell, how the fo'-fo' ragged him Dragged him, halfway down the block Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop *You're as cold as ice* Fuck you! Tell me something new On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews in control - REAL NIGGAZ WON'T FOLD - I told you we were cold *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice*... |
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OKAYYY! (YEAHHH!) AIYAHH!
Hahahahah.. yeah! "Groups came and went as fast as day and night." Word up, word up, word up, word up, c'mon "Among them.." Heheheh.. WHAT? UHH! "While their career was short lived.." NIGGA, YEAHH! First Family! ".. their lead vocalist was to become a legend." [Billy Danze] Uhh, yo I suffered a lot of setbacks, I accept that and I still had a will to win (you didn't expect that?) You shoulda expect that So the stupidness you talkin, you gon' regret that (BO) Get back bitch, broadcast me, live on the air Brought to you from the corner street, I'm still here And yeah it's my sun time How did I end one (NINE) nine (NINE) Poppin a (NINE) nine times I keep my mind structured, so I can think above and beyond, stay strong and live wrong, c'mon You see me in these streets, do I look sweet? Do I look like I'm easy to defeat? (Hahahaha) Do I look weak; or do I look like if I fall off, I wouldn't land on my feet? Paint my picture, with a legendary gangster (??) and only think of me as you think of when gangsters rapped [Chorus: M.O.P.] FIRST FAMILY IS ON TOP NOW! Representin the industry lockdown! Operation - DON'T STOP NOW! Don't stop GET IT GET IT! Burn this motherfucker down! FIRST FAMILY IS ON TOP NOW! Representin the industry lockdown! Operation - DON'T STOP NOW! Don't stop GET IT GET IT! Burn this motherfucker down! [Lil' Fame] Hah, yo, yo You know Fizzy Wo' nigga, bring that noise I keep it jumpin (jumpin) all night (all night) Thumpin (thumpin) all night (all night) Is it bumpin? (YEAHHHHHHH) All right So I'ma speak on it (speak on it) I watched niggaz freefall No release, cause your album was to recall We blow up prime time for you niggaz with them SUV rhymes, climb over niggaz Isn't this amazin, the way that we came through blazin without radio, hell raisin (WHAT?) These rap dudes think they foolin me Posted up in the club, with that ten carat jewelry Blow up baby, lace your Jeep with rims I'ma stack mine and lace (?) feet with Timbs (HA) Just remember the names, Billy Danze and Fame Two of the illest niggaz in the game Chorus [Billy Danze] Yo, yo We still post up on the frontline, whenever it's crunchtime Whichever one of you cocksuckers want mine (WHAT?) (TALK TO 'EM BILL) I ain't gotta tell 'em nuttin They already know that the Family ain't frontin See there's no complications, with confrontations My congregation is facin some strange situations The greatest of all times (loyalty) First Family (loyalty) Yeah, we still here! [Lil' Fame] Brace yourself for the ultimate real Burghoff and Fizzy Wo' is in your atmosphere And Guiliani steady tellin us put down the guns But, Amadou Diallo caught at least forty-one I'm immune to crime, equipped with nines Po'-po' got theirs, I'ma stick to mine (IT'S THE WAY) That's right (OF THE WORLD) Sho' nuff They gon' need more than the cops, cause the streets is so rough Chorus Hahahaha.. "Groups came and went as fast as day and night." "Among them.." "While their career was short lived.." First Family! UHH ".. their lead vocalist was to become a legend." |
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[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, cuz 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 thru 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? B-I-Double L-Y-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] |
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Uh, uh, c'mon, uh
Firing Squad nigga, yeah You see it, First Family First Family, c'mon Every night I sit and bask in the memories of Frank And sayin' to myself what the hell was he thinkin' Usage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin' Had my old man sinkin' Now you never seen the Danze cry But the day that man died My life came crumblin' down like a landslide Damn pride, now I'm in the zone Wonderin' how long before me and my moms would be alone I remember what he said Layin' on his deathbed, rubbin' his shiny bald head Respect your sister, don't follow your brothers Take care of your mother, I love ya He told me, he believed in me And he has given me the strength To be as strong as I need to be That's when I realized he was leavin' me It wasn't just my heart or my eyes deceivin' me At the age of fourteen It was more than just a goal or dream To take care of my queen It's my turn to stand firm as I could stand (Just like your daddy) My father was a good man For the Foundation We have suffered blood, sweat and tears And cleared all complications Put it down, in any situation Now, you are the last generation For the Foundation We have suffered blood, sweat and tears And cleared all complications Put it down, in any situation Now, you are the last generation I was introduced to shootouts, winos Dope fiends, 5-0 Gamblers, scramblers, pan handlers Murderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545 The building, raised as a young nigga With thug niggas Held down drugs for love niggas Drug dealers bang out, gun shots rang out Besides that EZ house was the hang out Niggas stole cars and made the spot hot 'Cuz we parked 'em on the block Like we copped 'em off the lot Can't forget the older soldiers, Sputnion Man mad poppin' B, say Marce' Saratoga Motherfuckers knew the block that was poppin' them guns They was like the first niggas in the hood wit M-1's Some niggas got beat up, them niggas tore the street up They do dirt, come back, (Slap, put the heat up) Retaliation, niggas shootin' for dead They fucked around and mommy got hit in the leg Same night, niggas out to get somethin' Malik ran up inside they spot and hit somethin' I learned the game, stay concerned So no matter how the world turn I'ma stand firm Representin' where I was born and where I was raised Brownsville, still goin' out in a blaze For the Foundation We have suffered blood, sweat and tears And cleared all complications Put it down, in any situation Now, you are the last generation For the Foundation We have suffered blood, sweat and tears And cleared all complications Put it down, in any situation Now, you are the last generation |
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