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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from DJ Cut Killer - Cut Killer Show 2 (2001)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
(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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
(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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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from M.O.P. - Foundation (2009) | |||||
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from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project [Clean Version] (2010) | |||||
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from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
Fuck outta here nigga
We the reason why y'all niggaz rap hard... nigga [M.O.P.] Uh! (the big boy game) What is nigga (the big boy game) Uh, (the big boy game) man.. child.. (big boy game) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! (the big boy game) We make you wanna punch a nigga in his motherfuckin mouth (The big boy game) Same game nuttin changed (The big boy game) We built the building [Lil' Fame] Grab a, hold of yourself, open your eyes Get wise, to the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get live, with the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get down, or get pound the fuck out Got the 40 cal' tucked Shorty mad from the 'Ville and I'm all grown up Don't owe niggaz nothin, come on roll up I'ma loan you a quick four or five bucks, BUK BUK BUK BUK BUK POM! Momma prayed, momma cried But don't cry ma I come too far They ain't gon' do me like Half-A-Mil or Freaky Tah They ain't gon' do me like they did my friend Nick Pavacho Blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now {*oriental sample*} Salute! To the homies that's gone, dogs behind bars Fuck that, gimme four more bars Don't ask me what the beef is, I got love for both sides So a nigga rock mismatched sneakers One foot S. Dots the other foot Pro Keds I rock box, with some Armadales to the head, and I'm good (The big boy game... the big boy game) Same game nuttin changed (The big boy game... the big boy game) Oh! (The big boy game) Nigga... the big boy game The big boy game... [Billy Danze] Where, yeah, yeah, G'Z UP! Yeah, it's the legendary Danze Tell the hood it's all good to never bury the man And I'm comin with a flurry of plans, and if it don't work I'm back on the block with a glock goin berzerk And if you see me in the club nigga, know I'm on point Don't get your brain matter splattered all over the joint Reasons, that motherfucker never played fair We just, showed you niggaz how to PUT IT IN THE AIR JESUS! Here come them God damn dudes (STILL) grimey (STILL) gutter (STILL) ghetto and (STILL) rude (STILL) real (STILL) 'Ville (STILL) labelled as bad news (hahahaha) And still the reason why you fuckers won't move BACK WITH A VENGEANCE, just me and Fizzy Wo' KICK YOUR SHIT UP OFF THE HINGES, just me and Fizzy Wo' Brownsville homey, in case you didn't know In the middle of the street with po-po like BO BO (The big boy game) Nigga... (the big boy game) (Big boy game... big boy game) (The big boy game... it's the big boy game) (The big boy game... it's the big boy game) Marxmen |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Yo
Yo c'mon son Yo they killin em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word Y'all better c'mon Yo wake up son They dyin son Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up C'mon It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round It's not man holding ground with dope sound We gots to ask Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill When you know that Broke Bill can still See right through your plastic ass Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy Before death left, and fame had his way The town: Brownsville The place: The Ill Follow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks The Marks: Home of the warrior thrown home Our true thugs that's dead and gone In the hills most effective chrome Return to these graves Showin youngsters what I'm facin Cause we had trouble We been strugglin since single shot gauges That's straight ghetto bad luck But, I done passed up more shit Than you may ever touch What, we on sacred grounds Without the guidance of our fathers All we know is how to double clutch revolvers Me and my own staff flaunt a different path I'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highness The finest of kickin half Honest to god, I'm layin down my card It's been hard, for too many years Blood sweat and tears These 3 words (Man got somethin to say) Blood, sweat, tears (MOP Family) These 3 words (We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone) Blood, sweat, tears (We comin all the way from New York City, hear me out) These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears Go head nigga A whole lot changed since my brother left (I can feel you baby) And since my mother's death (I can feel you baby) But as time past, I could see my life flash Leavin the body and there's no breath (I can feel ya) I chose not to let my beretta swing Cause I'm a veteran And I'm livin for the better things It's cold-hearted B Check the majority of blacks They slingin crack, livin in poverty (True life testament) What you gotta do is live what your life give And make the best of it (Try to see the rest of it) Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets And death's most definate (Blood) Is for the brothers that died The mothers that cried The brothers that tried All we do is (Sweat) Steady puttin to work Handling dirt Holding your turf We all shed (Tears) For the loved ones The thug ones And all deceased peers And while these other cats play hard Im'a praise god And thank god that I'm here Blood sweat and tears These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (Birella) These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (21 gun salute) Ghetto nigga Street nigga House nigga We all niggas Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes You put down yours But Im'a keep mine Im'a keep mine nigga Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody So nobody gonna take my shit from me So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight I be down here with my niggas Underground Dirty Holdin mine House nigga Blood sweat and tears Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Chorus: Treach
Till death do us, can't move us We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter Holler if you hear this, realness Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin steal shit [Billy Danze] Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff] Raised hell to alot of different degrees And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms To flare arms, whenever we fear harm It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool Come to teach the new school, true school jewels I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude I makes my own motherfuckin rules So what's it gonna be, let me know Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go And we foul to eliminate these habits And the best way is to eliminate these faggots All disrespect attended To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented And I'm no stranger, to danger Dance with a strange man in a field with anger Now ain't that ghetto, for ya Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas Chorus Hook: Treach Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild *repeated* [Lil Fame] Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.] See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot Took alot, never took a shot God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an' Reminisce on them feels I was bringin Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me [Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga Chorus [Treach] You did ya hit you had to do most Five minutes and you go Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax What, with M.O.P. (several names and shit shouted out) Chorus Hook Yea, salute, salute |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
*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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
*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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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
*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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey [Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more [Billy Danze] Nigga! [Lil Fame] Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument Still on top of my game holding the fork But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen But you wanna be the Jordan of rap An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH) Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2 [Chorus 1] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.[Scratching] causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Afu-Ra] You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm sickening with the kung fu More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking [Chorus 2] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now who do you rock for We in the making you moves that's why came for Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We stimulating the brain thats why we came for [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Billy Danze] Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?) William Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude May peace and blessings be upon you How you doing brother do, No Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen) Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing) Like every life he destroy in the World Trade I aint got no patients for the faggot less great Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path The same as we do in the ave nigga Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black [Sratching] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [x2] |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out
Verse one: O.C. Now check this motherfucking capo right here Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip We gon' jam when its time to blast! Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit With this ten-man clique Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit And if you ever think it can't happen to you You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE (Come on) Chorus: Flatbush *cut and scratched* --Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) "Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching* Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all" ?? *cut and scratched* --East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Verse two: Lil' Fame I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole up This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude (Try to act rude) Play the mascott With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill That whole shit was animation, immitation When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s Flippin this track with O.C. Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga! Chorus Verse three: Billy Danze Hot damn! Danze shot your head Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on Put the rest of that shit in the bag I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that's next to me (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill *pause* I told ya, I'm real! And I've been doing a double danly Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me) Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing *scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap Rap dudes Yeah, (laughing) Yeah, come on motherfucka Yea I gave ya a hour nigga But now I want my shit back Bring it to ya ass Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A. I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass Motherfucka [Lil Fame] Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash) No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool Any and every individual, this can happen too We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (fuck outta here) All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (bitch) What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo? And when it jump off don't ask did he know Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe Magnificent, baby [beat changes] Firing Squad One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas Illest My niggas You know my steez nigga, you know my steez M.O.P., Fizzy Woe [Billy Danze] Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin born and raised That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze (First Family) Suffer for days (come on) And we inheritin them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team By the time I was thirteen (thirteen) I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line (Soldier Boy) Rapid fire the greatest of all time We 'em dance, waitin for Shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga) I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know I exist; that's why my point is gettin missed I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros [Laughing] Nigga Ha ha *several alarms heard* |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
"I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ (Don't try) NIGGAZ Do or DIE NIGGAZ Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA *repeat* Verse one: Lil Fame' We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack! To the history of rap From the history, of street misery The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese (William and) Womack, pa It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa The Hill is still real, we own that, pa (Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa What it look like, when they on the pipe? Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night (Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread When you down and out, people turn they back at you Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude Hold that down, As I step off, no frown Keep that pretty smile, like always Some people getting fucked up in these raw days But they can be left to stretch in they hallways I got family from CI to B'ville We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real (Now slide) Slide Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame) *change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)* Verse two: Billy Danze Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance) From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit Watch these real niggaz, move crowds While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie I've always been afraid to die (So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at (First Family!) , you know where my love's at Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears Here to a hundred years We won't change or switch or aim or pitch! We dedicated to dominating the same shit Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do (You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew If I'm after you, it's on Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone (Come on!) So now you remember me It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze* Verse three: Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased *pause* REST IN PEACE Ya', (Ya') Still with me And I still keep old feel with me I'm dedicated to the game Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain A Brooklyn ?fugitive? I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines (The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes You know my name, I've been trained to flip From the environment where they be firing whole clips So tell your man stop flinchin Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin (Firing Squad) With the same tale (The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes* *beat to fade* |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
{*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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
{*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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Foundation (2009)
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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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
[7 second skit to open]
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya [Billy Danze] Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo' (Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em) Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em) And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal Since money make your world go 'round, that's true And money make you do the dumb shit that you do (WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu? How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew? Weak niggaz will fall, whack niggaz will fail Live niggaz prevail, YES YES Y'ALL [Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame] [Lil' Fame - overlapping Chorus] I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May (OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers (OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker (CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock? I ain't talkin no autograph written Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta Run on up like {?} got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga It's a rudebwoy awakening M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga! [Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame] [Lil' Fame] Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks Me and the homey go back like {?} nigga Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga [Billy Danze] Y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA) You niggaz need to know that, me and the homey run rap You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA) [unknown] Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze) What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch The AK (ay) Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint To get it'll take a little sense I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G) You and your homies can hold these! [Chorus] |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Check, check, check
Chorus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel Rah*echoes* Verse one: Lil' Fame What the rawdog feelin? An author like, Terry McMillan The cat that, maniac My fam dark as death in less than a minute (The world stop spinnin) The Rapid FIRING SQUAD Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill) Loud wires and bombs, firing arms Look, we all for it Its the dutch burning herbalice Gallon drinkin alcoholics Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out Kept it real ever since the first jam came out FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out Chorus Verse two: Billy Danze You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did) WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!) I'm hopin that your focused on the side Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore You don't listen. See, gee I'm on a mission. Look, be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can't change!) The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin (Retality's real) Fatality's ill When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal (Clap, clap) Get your gat (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back Chorus Verse Three: Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here Dog its' all clear Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare Then the wanna doubt The Kid Who analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin out of it Explode quicker than landmines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides Bump this in your Lex coupe Or your Lex hoop Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute (The Crew) Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few) A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot) Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS Slangin out hollow slugs (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today) I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues* *beat comes back in* |
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from Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Put Yo Hood Up (2001) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[27 second concert skit to open] [Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY! [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY [Wyclef Jean] I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE [Chorus: all together] Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel [Lil' Fame (Wyclef)] But if you continue to fuck with my hood We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct) If you continue to fuck with my hood [Lil' Fame] We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct) Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart From the suburbs to the gritties blocks Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit Impeach the President, this is our residence So; people people, Mo. People Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then Ashes to ashes, you bastards (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper! You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations It seems we havin miscommunications Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me A killer on the block with a glock never shook me And you won't search me unless I tell you you could This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood Now don't act up, cause if you act up I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme And steam through the motherfuckin glass And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat It's like dancin with the devil In the ghetto we got metal police [Chorus: first line only] [Wyclef Jean] For the hip-hop cops They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows Things done changed now I live in the meadows Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?} Smoke so much I can't get high no more I drink so much I can't get drunk no more What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer? What'chu know about my stress Mr. [WOOP WOOP] He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY! |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape - Volume II 60 Minutes of Funk (Explicit) (2001) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Aaaaaaaaah!
Chorus: Freddie Foxxx What's mine's I love and I fight push to shove Hand to hand but you can't stop the love You push to impress and I leave you with less It's real love for the mics that I bless no quest' *repeat* [Lil' Fame] Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young nigga Don't get it fucked up cause I move with them thug niggas From old ? to life we straight sparkin light Bring light to the darkest nights (M) Blast (O) Blast, P in your area Make a move and them cats might bury ya Now that your trapped and your fuckin with thugs Let me tell your punk ass what I love I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club I love, when a slug cat shut down And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down I love, trying to reach all parts of the map On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back I love, cats that rap and still drip checks Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple X Chorus [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, you know what I love (What's that?) It's when motherfuckers assume That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!) Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin room (Niggas is gone) Nah, not just yet I need to see you son of a bitches sweat (I love) What I got, son, my shit is prop', son With Prem' in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun (Stop son!) Here is the ultimate Somethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my shit (I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that's deep Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff) Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression The lesson: I advise if your not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack I love seeing emcees struggle to make themselves something that us real niggas love to hate It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my ?fours? Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, nigga I love the feeling, and the rush that I get From ?Sam? run the Rolex watch with the diamond begets I love, how my life was intact without a deal How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow Soft niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snow I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes Its a luxury to see me emcee Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality I love, when you niggas claim to be great knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this? Niggas bustin shots on New York, I get my vest on Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on Loan soldier standin on the front line, I fear none Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none You niggs ain't no real emcee's You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees So I love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at me I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me I feel the hits from your rounds Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down *echoes* [Lil' Fame] Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on! Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas that don't know, when I crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhere you can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. With hot slugs at both sides. Split your back open wide. Niggas from the East Side |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
(feat. Foxx, Inf)
You niggaz, left us, for dead [Chorus x2: unknown singer] It ain't hard to tell, I wanna be yo' boo-hoo It's obvious to see, that I wanna be with you [Inf] Damn ma, I spot your from afar, what's your name (Foxx) Where you from (Bronx) that's what's up Just wanna get to know ya, play my cards right, get closer And if possible, I wanna rock wit'chu True story - ain't spittin no game, just facts I'm from ivy league, higher stacks expect that So let's go somewhere yo and twist up a L Chatter ring a bell, cause it ain't hard to tell [Foxx] It ain't hard to tell that you feelin me boy You could be a candidate in this race for bringin me joy And anyway I think I do need a toy I won't take nothin fake I need the real McCoy So let's rock for a minute we can slide in a minute Up the, Westside and take a ride in my rented It's the, best time - you see the moon lookin right It's somethin about the way the stars shine at night And you can tell me how you think I should be treated How my life is incomplete and how you feel you can complete it There's no one to compete with, I never been conceited What you sayin I believe it but I sho' would like to see it and.. [Chorus] [Inf] Ma I got you just roll with me Or just, just walk these dogs with me I'ma show you how it's supposed to be I ain't gon' talk about it no more, I'ma just Just, just listen, just listen Women like you, really don't come by that often That's why I do things that stay gettin you off often Love your type, roll a L or wrap a dutch Any ho that act up, the bitch is gettin smacked up By my side, like my pistol she'll ride Even when the road is rocky, she holds me down properly 'Til the end, the both of us playin to win We ain't Bonnie & Clyde, c'mon ma, let's take a ride [Foxx] You keep talkin like we side to side And like you got me the Foxx all mesmerized nigga I got pride, there will be no foolin around 'til you make this one and only female your bride C'mon ladies stand up and be a witness His weak-ass lines are so tired and relentless Picture this I just met this kid, and he talkin game Thinkin we one on one but we not the same Listen boo I gotta let you down greasy It takes a man to lay a lady down easy I don't think you got what it takes to set me straight And make me shake, I'm sorry but this was a mistake [Chorus] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Lyte Funkie Ones - Life Is Good (2001) | |||||
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
[Heather B]
Holler the f**k out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with Hydro. Uh, uh, uh... Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the f**k? I pray for their day, no luck They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what? To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changed Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! really And lookin at me strange, what the deally? All or nothin, why I'm in this But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business! F**k the fake friendships and the second chances I got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze's Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em Chorus: Billy Danze: So where we at? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Where? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Yeah (LET THEM NIGGAS KNOW WHAT THIS IS) Lil' Fame: I send my goons at to get ya Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya M.O.P.: My kinda nigga! *repeat* [Lil' Fame] There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves Slap Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap? Nothin smooth about these motherf**kin rough rats With potholes in em, f**k around and lose a hubcap I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers (My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain't nobody seein em M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass My niggas! Fly niggas! Live! Don't try! Do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad Still firing hard (My kinda nigga) Chorus [Billy Danze] Let's put this motherf**king shit in order Everybody face me, this won't take long I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock I'm warning y'all, I'm Billy, I'm ready to pop (Stop) Before they lay your body on ice I'll a make an ugly and this motherf**ker soldier be nice I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine (Watch em work) That's right, notice what I'm workin with The Hell-raising, gun-blazin Berkuance Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels (Dominated) by true school rules Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape Before I go, I need to know if my niggas is straight (Hold me down) Who that? (First Fam) Where you at? (In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. Firing Squad, nigga. To the life! |
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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard? M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin plus the light that give light to Muhammad or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you ??, hunchback, like Quasimoto Set off the sirens Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga New York Giants (c'mon!) Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" C'mon - violence! Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa New York Giants Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural ?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G. Violence Form the alliance B.X. Violence B.K. Violence I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) "How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggaz and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!" Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan when you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out |
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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Clean Version] (2000)
Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard? M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin plus the light that give light to Muhammad or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you ??, hunchback, like Quasimoto Set off the sirens Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga New York Giants (c'mon!) Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" C'mon - violence! Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa New York Giants Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural ?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G. Violence Form the alliance B.X. Violence B.K. Violence I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) "How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggaz and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!" Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan when you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Chorus: Lil' Fame
Primetime (New York, New York) That's the place where the soldiers die (New York, New York) That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New York, New York) That's the niggas that multiply (New York, New York) [Lil' Fame] (Billy Danze) Yo, where you from, nigga? (New York) When you come through here (Fool, take your jewels off) Cause these niggas is known for (Bumpin fools off) And they takin over (If your crew's off) You got thugs with machines, assault teams Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest Boriquas for heaters (Down to bust) And them New Jers' niggas is down with us I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms And sick terrorists with bombs And, when you slide through on the VI, son Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time Chorus: Billy Danze [Billy Danze] Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95 Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, "Let's ride" Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr It ain't to far once you into VA Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way Keep your ??, so the man won't trap you Now leadin the convoy to the Big Apple! Tell your homies, "Fuck that thing" dip in the left lane Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane You in Deleware, you almost hear The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there (right there) Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks Chorus: Lil' Fame and Billy Danze Home, sweet home, nigga. Home team, nigga. Home team. Your home nigga, your home, nigga. Come on back. Come on back. Mash Out Posse. Firing Squad. ?9, baby, ?9. Hiphop. Lock it down. One time for your mind. Salute, salute. First Family. |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
{*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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
{*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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!
Sssssss.. [Billy Danze] Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons and half-steppers don't half-step, without protection The rules of the game is, spit first until you see his wig burst, before he flame his You see a man gon' claim his Duke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' ass Niggaz see Burke on the conduit in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun) There'll never be a boo that understand what we got son We've been down a long time I'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline BOM-BURST two times on top of the line You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!) We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal you could still shop for the 'Ville {*various samples scratched*} [Lil' Fame] Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop and the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hot Keep the heat real close cause it's, dangerous and the, game don't change Fame bang with this It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US) All day, right back at you live from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin WHO fuckin with the rapper dude? Don't even GOOO THERE I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH) N.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet Glorious, come stomp on tour with us (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ {*various samples scratched*} [Billy Danze] Hey yo the game don't change only the players I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE) Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!) Can't nobody change my two step I'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em [Lil' Fame] What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned Slugs flyin you realizin that it's your turn Didn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM (BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner! Them goons was hot on ya! Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze! {*various samples scratched*} |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
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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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
[Chorus: unknown singer]
I've been goin through so much pain Can't no motherfucker feel my pain My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride For my homies on the block that died It's dedicated to my niggaz that's locked Who's OT on the run from the cops We straight G's and we never gon' stop For my street niggaz gotta keep your head up Gotta keep your head uuuuuuuuuup [Verse One] Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub Somebody told me that the block need a hug Ain't nobody tell y'all that slap need a hug That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block But niggaz won't notice until a motherfucker get shot And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em 'til they like "God damn, I was just now with him" Now you missin a man that you used to call your man Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up 21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain Like Fame; niggaz fucked up in the game Niggaz try to maintain, even if nobody showed you That they noticin what a nigga been goin through... nigga [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling Mixed up in the past and the present A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not That's the question, you can always count on Bill To reveal the message, when givin a confession In other words there's a blessing in the lesson You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it) We had a whole platoon of goons to rep Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left Some got knocked and locked inside cages A few got popped and stopped at young ages Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages It's dark and it's bold I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey) Nobody there! (Look around homey) Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey) But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had To feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question Cause if not me, nigga then who? We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours It's really all about how you deal with it So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how To deal with yours, but don't kill me [words fade] [Billy Danze] (We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never) If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it) For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it) The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man [Chorus] |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
I'm only fuckin wit'cha
I ain't rockin f'real, I'm only fuckin wit'cha I'm only fuckin wit'chu I be fuckin wit'chu [Chorus: M.O.P.] Yeah - you busy followin them other niggaz We - keep it banned from TV Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star Oh, yeah - party like a rock star Yeah - you busy followin these other niggaz We - keep it banned from TV Yeahhhhhhh - party like a rock star Yeah yeah - party like a rock star [Lil' Fame] Yo, fuck a bitch cause I ain't him (It's the L-I-L, F-A-M-E) And, fuck yo' clique cause we ain't them (We the, Mo P's, we the, O.G.'s, we the) Straight outta Brooklyn stompin Homey you heard? (BROOKLYN STOMPIN) I'm in the club like (WHAT) I'm with my niggaz like (WHAT) Homey we thug like (WHAT) clutchin them triggers like (WHAT) Homey you're nothin like a pimp (WHAT HUH?) Homey you more like a chimp (GANGSTA!) We get guerilla on nigga (GANGSTA!) Uh, I'ma get my killer on nigga (Somebody talk to him) cause he gettin carried away (But he gon' {fuck} around) and get carried away (UH-HUH) Homey we thug like (WHAT) I'm with my goons like (WHAT) Homey we thug like (WHAT) my whole platoon's like (WHAT) [Chorus: w/ variations] [Billy Danze] (Yeah) One thing about you doubted you Say you don't love it but you'll never do nothin with it (WHO DAT?) Frank Danze It's all spring and to this boss thing I'm commited (Yeah) They love the way I do it Bumpin rap rock music out the Buick, all day And y'all say, what a way to go tiff Easy I get greasy with this four-fifth (SLUM) A little more from me (SLUM) a little harder for me All star starter homey, like it's the Carter homey (Yeah) Make sure you notice the family's focused And we get you open with a passion HOW YOU FEELIN FAME? (huh) HOW YOU FEELIN BILL? (hood) HOW THE FAMILY DOIN? Good, thanks for askin We still mashin (BEE KAYYYY) All God damn day, witness the fatal attraction [Chorus: w/ variations] [x2] ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon ROCK yeah c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon [Chorus: w/ variations] [x2] ROCK, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon ROCK yeah c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon, get on, c'mon |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)
{Marxmen.. Cinema} [Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)] Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I pooooooooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Eighty-six was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You'd be sittin in the county with like 3 or 4 charges Young I started, but I had a talent To get this crack cooked, cause I took it as a challenge So older niggaz gave me much as I can handle Copped the Eagle, started jackin with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name spelled out on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect [Lil' Fame] + (Ol' Dirty) Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen Chill Dirty I got this (Tell 'em who the fuck Iiii BE!) F-I, Z, Z-Y Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers See y'all niggaz still boppin to bullshit, that ain't the shit Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Then, tuck in his chain on a nigga I thought you used to pop that thang thang on a nigga And air blocks out like bang bang on a nigga You pussy! Fuck the shit you talkin duke Cause everybody can smell it when yo' punk ass walkin duke Get it right, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard With them old dirty bastards, from Brownsville (motherfucker) "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Chorus: repeat to fade w/ more samples scratched in] |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
Firing Squad nigga
Firing Squad! Uh, First Family Top notch nigga BD, uh [Billy Danze] I used to have so much confidence in myself But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal And words won't express the way a man William feel I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above The world (to see a better day) Please my children need, and I can't find a fuckin way What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see the M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry keep fucking wit me So I brought my cousins wit me >From now on they gon be thuggin wit me Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty First Family, royalty, holla! CHORUS 2X: Fame and Bill Danze How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! Ha Ha! [Lil Fame] This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin Stand face to me, no more runnin Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic Rap track flippin acrobatic Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade To the death, til the Firng Squad, cop the next tape Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws Thuggin, wit guns in they draws Go against the grain, break all laws And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra Brooklyn, brainiest, blast Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past Sound, pound, make you wanna bark Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon! CHORUS 2X [Billy Danze] (It's the Firing Squad assassins) Ghetto blastin Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion (Criminal passion) Top of the line It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine (Take a life son) Fuck that! You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered You heard I was, raised with the elements It's William, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence I'm from the Ville, (that's home) I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam [Lil Fame] Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here (We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated R Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker CHORUS 2X heh heh, how many niggas Ride wit us Can you ride Firing Squad nigga Yeah! Wit us! First Family, murder Top notch nigga You know the rules of the motherfucking game C'mon! |
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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - Warriorz (2000)
[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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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live." [Guru] Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap Word to Laze, big schools and big gats You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all We got credentials galore, f**k a small vending tour Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots And brave cops, protect the community While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you question my behavior? Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don't care what these beats my do We'll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P. Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! Chorus: Holdin it down Phony ass rappers Dead serious Finish em (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war Heavy artillery, in my vicinty *repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.* [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma And travle miles of road to unload this hammer (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze I won't stress the blazin But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit Like Windy Williams till you f**kers bury me (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga? (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! Chorus [Lil' Fame] Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit I used to go to jams, and drop grammar Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!) Sure nuff, shit got rowdy Dumped off my first clip at a house party I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear But f**k the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right) And the shit gon' benefit the trade I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad Even have you smooth niggas f**kin up yours shoes and your outfit I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) Act like you know what I'm about, Salute! Chorus |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
(feat. Teflon)
A lot of niggaz talkin reckless But if you wasn't from the hood you wouldn't understand what it is Y'knahmsayin? We gon' clear it up right now A lot of reckless talk out there I'ma let y'all know my Family in tact My whole Family in tact My First Family in tact... for life (Marxmen!) [Teflon] Yo! You ever look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper? Watch a man die when the shots fly and the shit heat up? You in deep but, it's too late to back out And now it's like your whole life is under a black cloud Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And you always swore before you wasn't scared to die But take a look in your eyes, and see the fear in 'em You know them niggaz comin they came here to get him And they ain't playin with him, they aim and spittin Give him a closed casket, they plain sicker than Ol' Bastard If only he can go backwards, to the days And change when he used to throw those ratchets in nigga's face Stole packages, from nigga's place of business When they was tryin to make a livin, they ain't forgive him And niggaz stay forgettin, so as soon as he came home From state prison niggaz came and hit him [Chorus] (Suicide, it's a suicide) When you don't know who to try cause, even you could die cause (Suicide, it's a suicide) Gotta rely on your wits, can't get caught up in the mix kid (Suicide) Right or left, choose a side Life or death, you might be the next dude to die (Marxmen, Marxmen) What's your next step? I'll let you decide (Suicide... Marxmen) [Teflon] Yo, it was a chick named Dawn, she used to get it on Honey had niggaz slippin money up in her thong At the strip club givin dubs, 20 a song And if the price was right she might come with him home She was fuckin one of the customers, Asam Allah Dude was a fool, used to walk with her under the arm Used to take her to Jamaica, lay with her under the palm Treat her like a queen, really all he was was a pawn She only seen him as John, he ain't mean nothin to her She was just leadin him on, he just feedin into the con All along, and he felt that that was real and nobody could try it She came home and gave homes the virus She got nice, can't turn a ho to a housewife And he stabbin it raw dog, gamblin without dice Now he ready to snuff out her life Cause the AIDS results back, they ain't come out right [Chorus] [Teflon] They used to meet up every night, at the gamblin spot After all the block business was finished of scramblin rock They'll meet up at the spot, get a couple of drinks All the fly cars in Bronx pullin up in they mix Lock the door, buy the bar out, this is our house Everybody's laughin, there's cash in large amounts They tappin glasses, toutin it's a family thing Catch a case won't nobody in the family sing That's what they think, all along they all was wrong It was a dude with a device strapped to him recordin Every convo that they had, where they sellin, where they scorin Dude got knocked before but said he got off with a warnin And they ain't get the message 'til the next mornin When detectives stormed in the door, arrest 'em and took 'em all in Now what they wanna know is who put the call in Toss him off the bridge and turn his kids to orphans (Marxmen!) |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006) | |||||
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from KMX - Music 4 Yo Drama (2009) |