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m.o.p. - bkny lyrics

[intro]
yeah yeah n+gga
uh+huh
yeah yeah, that’s right
heatmakerz motherf+cker
brooklyn, bronx stand up
walk with me man, walk with me man
yo, the f+ck yo?

[chorus: billy danze]
hey when it’s always some sh+t in the club (this is bkny)
remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is bkny)
why these n+ggas don’t be showin no love (this is bkny)
remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is bkny)
when you enter f+ggot tuck in your chain (this is bkny)
remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is bkny)
you know them b+st+rds that be poppin them thangs (this is bkny)
remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is bkny)

[lil’ fame]
(aowwwwww!) b dot, k dot, n dot, y dot
n+gga show true (so what if i come through)

[verse 1: billy danze]
with my armor in my hand, i come in peace
so what i got my piece? it’s the honorable danze
i’m an honorable man and {c’mon let’s do it}
and shall n0body scare me or come near me hear me f+ck a+
+round, get down or get down with me (eh+heh)
or i shoot you in your kidney, get me? f+ggot, you’re worthless
you serve no purpose; i’m still tryin to figure out
what route you took to have this bullsh+t surface
bkny, home to the coppertops
spinner and the world’s most elegant thug n+gga
predicate thug k!ller, and mamis with llamies
get cute in timberland boots, fish braids and switchblades
and get paid it’s always the phrase of the day
we make moves for this money duke we sprayin away
and i still got a dull cloud, over my head
and some cognac and a mac, on the side of my bed
[chorus + first half only]

[verse 2: lil’ fame]
now if he got a 9 and, he got a 9 and
she got a 9 and, she got a 9 and
they got a 9 and, they got a 9
where’s the motherf+ckin party yo cause i got mine
it go eh+heh, pardon me, i’m allergic to bullsh+t
and right about now
i smell sh+t in the room, somebody frontin
check the bottom of your shoes, young’n
eat a d+ck with onion
you got water on the brain like
your moms got, pregnant by her brother
that’s f+cked up, your brother is your cousin
give me that thang thang, i’m the sickest of all, set it off
fill ’em on the block it’s a g thing frenage[?]
(m) to the dizzy dot, (o) to the dizzy dot
(p) black school, put fame on it, it’s a wrap

[verse 3: ?]
they call me johnny fame, hilfiger, real n+gga
trendsetters, m.o.p., packin blue steel n+gga
it’s not a game, don’t make me pull my shirt off
you drag queen n+ggas blow your own d+mn skirt off
brooklyn rules wherever you at (stand up)
brownsville it’s them again, we gon’ f+ck your plans up
saratoga the hot ave, the ghost town
shots from the fo’ pound (bronx back it’s comin down)
stick your mans up, f+cked up, mobbed up
i wet your whole block, f+ck gettin locked up!
we gon’ eat, on my life you can bet that
(we not commercial son!) bill, don’t sweat that
fizzy we the hill (please believe it) let’s do it
y’all n+ggas is like a red light we run right through it
slow flow i rock that, bk cop that
ladies say get your slot back, n+gga i done got that
[chorus]

[outro]
aowwwww! motherf+cker!
yeah yeah, that’s right
heatmakerz motherf+cker
brooklyn, bronx stand up
walk with me man, walk with me man
we doin it n+gga, we doin it

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