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m o p – o.c.m.o.p. lyrics

brooklyn! uh, yeah! now, check this sh-t out

verse one: o.c.

now check this motherf-cking capo right here
mash out posse slash o.c. come together like a glock and a clip
we gon’ jam when it’s time to blast!
big n-gg-z that rap, we bout to get in your -ss
we done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
i’m naming names, f-ck it, it’s on
i’m taking it back to some brooklyn sh-t
with this ten-man clique
who don’t know how to act, lookin for some n-gg-z 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–ss shoes
i ain’t playin no more, i’m gonna bring it to your -ss raw
i flipped the word around, n-gg-, this means war
yo, f-ck that, brooklyn’s on the map forever
to billy and fame, i hope you n-gg-z down for whatever
with mike, go get the guns when it’s 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 sh-t 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 -ss ways, these days, look what your -ss got
clap, shot the body, i’m keeping it real
that cartoon -ss n-gg- thought he was king of the hill
that whole sh-t was animation, immitation
when i shipped that -ss on out, like immigration
ways of emanc-p-tion, proclamation
const-tutional rights, the last generation
your facin, m.o.p., o.g.’s
flippin this track with o.c.
n-gg-z know we, hold this sh-t down for brooklyn, n-gg-!
where guns spark and leave them things smoking, n-gg-!

chorus

verse three: billy danze

hot d-mn! 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 sh-t in the bag
i would tear your -ss 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 n-gg-z refuse to believe in
(life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(at 24-years old) my only goal is too keep breathing

- m o p lyrics

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