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m.o.p. - brooklyn/jersey get wild lyrics

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 sh-t

[billy danze]
now we have met and connect with a lot of different mc’s [sho nuff]
raised h-ll to alot of different degrees
and we have the const-tution of rights to bear arms
to flare arms, whenever we fear harm
it’s near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right there
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 motherf-ckin 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 f-ggots
all disrespect intended
to anybody who may be offended, by the way i represented
and i’m no stranger, to danger
danze is a strange man and i’m filled with anger
now ain’t that ghetto, for ya
c-ck sucka, we will proceed to squeeze
it’s raw m-th-f-ckas

chorus

hook: treach
till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
we’ll be stompin b-tches till they shoot us, get wild
-repeated-

[lil fame]
who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
barefooted, kicked down doors 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. sh-t bangin
listen to the words of a n-gga, represent that
you see i really meant that, for the memories i left back
lil fame never was a shady -ss n-gga
when it was on, we stomp fools and the gravy -ss n-gga
so when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[fizzy woe mack] that was my n-gga

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 sh-t since gettin whipped for wastin grits
and sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
snakes quit, i flip up flops and f-ck flows
i f-ck up ya fun and they don’t care who the f-ck knows
i’m subtly followed and find and f-cked 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 b-tch outta n-ggas on wax
what, with m.o.p

(several names and sh-t shouted out)

chorus

hook

yea, salute, salute

- m o p lyrics

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