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m o p - riding through lyrics

[redman (billy danze):]
geah! who got the weed up in this motherf-cker man?
(you already know what it is n-gg-) yo yo whattup m.o.?
(the world’s famous, m.o.p.!)

[chorus 1: billy danze, lil’ fame]
look i got brooklyn on my back when i’m (riding through)
n-gg-z better know how to act when i’m (riding through)
steady hittin the ‘gnac when i’m (riding through)
and i’m broke back in the ‘llac when i’m (riding through)

the hood throwin it up when we (riding through)
ain’t nuttin changed, +ante up+ when we (riding through)
whether the slums or the burbs we (riding through)
plenty birds on the curb when we (riding through)

[billy danze:]
let me enlighten you motherf-ckers on my conspiracy theory
they got us stuck in a bottle so y’all can’t hear me
they said the homey’s a problem that’s just so y’all can fear me
and never break bread with this family who take care of me
just keep in your head (shall we bang) dude we bang too
don’t make me pick up my sh-t and spit, none of these flames at you
(we breathin easy) that’s right, that’s the thang to do
(we keep it greasy) and we ride like the rangers do
dude believe me, the gangsters that i’m bringin through
is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude
maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures
and cobras, and these n-gg-z’ll cut yo’ -ss homey
and the way we do our thang is somethin like a magic trick
you might wanna get in line or get killed in this f-ggot sh-t
you f-ggot b-tch! n-gg- you done got all flossy and glossy
and that’s where you lost me (son)
and plus you ridin with this god d-mn
it’s like the kind of brokenest n-gg-z infected your frame
(it’s the legendary m.o.p.) back with the heat y’all
(it’s the legendary m.o.p.) back for the streets y’all

[chorus 1]

[lil’ fame:]
i’m screamin out bk all day when we (riding through)
you don’t want the marxmen to collide with’chu
i dump five at you and wouldn’t give a f-ck who see me
i get it poppin like j.d., dancin for whodini
ain’t nuttin +jive+ about that
all that is 1-5-fo’-5 about that
n-gg- you with me (throw it up) for the world’s most dangerous n-gg-z
from the marx, fizzy wo’ the orc, slingin my tomahawk
i sling ’em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark
at your tough -ss, get the f-ck from ’round here with that kind of talk
this is brook-nam n-gg- and i’m mo’ p’d up
g’d up, dude gon’ f-ck around and get beat up
cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol
homey my n-gg-z ain’t worried ’bout y’all
cause when it’s on we gon’ ride for the cause
and spit more than 16 at yo’ -ss and we ain’t talkin ’bout bars

[chorus 2: redman, lil’ fame]
half the brick’s on my back when i’m (riding through)
n-gg-z better know how to act when i’m (riding through)
steady hittin the ‘gnac and i’m (riding through)
high as h-ll in the ‘llac and i’m (riding through)

[redman:]
yeah, yo
redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts
i move the crowd when i’m wavin the pump (yo let ’em know n-gg-)
yo, my timbs’ll f-ck your gators up
you’ll leave the hospital braided up (from the fo’ n-gg-)
yo, i’m ’bout it, ’bout it, you doubt it, dial it
f-ck the alarm, doc cause a power outage
many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars
watch ’em, flip over a hundred miles an hour
pop my collar, d-mn n-gg-, doc a rider
grab two hoes, then i’m hasta manana
lil’ fame got the llama
i play paulie from sopranos, billy i’m about the drama
who said redman don’t, be in the hood?
i’m true to the game, n-gg- i bet terry would!
i’m very good on the mic, you barely hood
so it’s only right n-gg-, you +ante up+
yo first family! (what?) when i’m riding through
i keep a shotgun n-gg- about the size of you
brick city ain’t poppin? we lied to you
it’s like livin with ten n-gg-z, hide your food

[chorus 2]

[outro: redman]
yeah, m.o.p.
them some hard -ss n-gg-z n-gg-
gilla house, brick city to brook-nam fools
yeah!
the first time i b-mped into m.o.p., and sh-t
i was broke as h-ll and i ain’t even come out with an alb-m yet
i was drivin my moms little chevette, and sh-t
and i knew, scoob lover and sh-t and scr-p lover
and i b-mped into scr-p lover, in new york
drivin around the coca cabana and sh-t
i was dolo, and he ran to the chevette like he had beef
with somebody in the club
so he jumped in, like yo, and he brought his lil’ man with him
and he was a rider, and that was lil’ fame!
and we drove around the block and sh-t
back around to the club, and uh scr-p lover jumped out
started buckin in the air like who wanna jump me now?
cause i think some n-gg-z tried to jump him
and lil’ fame was in the back squattin with the hammer
ready to let loose, and we ain’t even know each other from door!
then he came out with m.o.p.
that’s how i knew they were some hard -ss n-gg-z
that sh-t was real
and then they started gettin paper – d-mn!

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