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m o p - get the fuck outta here lyrics

firing squad n-gg-!

hahahaha..

oh! oh! hahahahahahaha – aiy, aiy!
firing squad n-gg-!
one time, one time
geah, n-gg- – n-gg-!
rock roller, rock roller
tim [?] in the building, in the building

[verse one: billy danze]
now look, you n-gg-z that want to be crooks
you shook, i’m fired out of bk n-gg-
when i got ahold of some trap, i took it way back
let ’em [?] claim as i lean in my cadillac
if you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue
i might be a little tight, and i might have my pistol
the same n-gg-z you see goin up, you’ll see ’em comin down
you’ll be left in the streets, f-ckin ’round like
“ante up!” don’t get it f-cked up or twisted
cause you’ll be, f-cked up, and twisted
and shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle
as a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles
these n-gg-z wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck
with n-gg-z throwin up, you lookin like like who da f-ck?
and how you gon’ handle, not bein able to come through
your killers and the vandals can’t stand you
cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you
you wonder what it’s about
when it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you
firing squad, we raise h-ll
and will prevail

[chorus: m.o.p.]
[fame] so what you do now, act like a b-tch n-gg-?
[will] get the f-ck outta here!
[fame] oh you wanna kick off a cliff n-gg-?
[will] get the f-ck outta here!
[fame] these n-gg-s is out to slaughter ya, murder yo’ -ss
[fame] and you ain’t gon’ do sh-t n-gg-
[will] get the f-ck outta here!
[fame] where the f-ck are your morals homey?
[will] get the f-ck outta here!
[fame] where the f-ck is your b-lls at?
[fame] we was raised by g’s
[fame] think i’ma let you disregard that?
[will] get the f-ck outta here!
[fame] it’ll be a cold day in h-ll b-tch
[will] get the f-ck outta here!

[verse two: lil’ fame]
f-ck you, in the hemlock position, duke my name ain’t richie rich
be a n-gg- deal witcha sh-t and stop actin b-tchy b-tch
you know the reason that the game gone bad
it’s cause you forgot who gave you the car
quick to help you build your {?}, truly yours
fame! look, fam in my name
mark, laze and jamal got a jam in my name
i defy for the true aces
but you gon’ have me done stab you in both of your face
you two-faced b-tch!
keep talkin bout me bad
you gon’ need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up
with pieces of yo’ -ss!
i’ll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box
so either we can pop shots, that’s how og’z do it on my block
cause violence, is the universal language
nah n-gg-, you done picked the wrong n-gg- to bang with
glock pop, we’ll murder ya, b’ville n-gg-
you dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give ’em the whole thang!

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