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M.O.P.
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Get Yours
Fame: your off beat dj, everything he play, is all punk shit Tell him to bump this That old gorilla in the trunk shit I ma tip off the whole block, I m all I got, get yours I call the shots, get yours You call cops, ah Them boy s twats when it gonna stop? come on nigga you a warlock, or not? You ain t a real killer, you just talk a lot about Your coke spots about your dope spots about picking up bricks from the boat dock about your bullet proof whips like the pope got Danze: Get clipped on your own block, You hit a road block, it s like Fort Knox This is Brownsville homie, keep them both cocked And we ain t worried, legendary meaning won t stop We don t stop, we fluid on the black top And 1-5-4-5 still the back drop Been there, done that, so whatever you got lock run that Or get your snapshot sun back, ugly Fame: And they say New York city What s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that And we say New York city Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some If I ain t stand up, you could call me punk But I m real so a bitch can t call me one Fame: Dirty like a stolen black nine with a body on it Don't nobody want it, I put my mama on it Chrome, (teks?)so what the hell you probably find me on it tools down to my kicks you know how I be on it They saying them niggas fame and bill too aggressive They say them M.O.P. boys is too reckless ya niggas is P.U. with 2 s es And I ain t never bought up a house for you (heffers?) Danze: You keep fucking around and we'll strech ya 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Saratoga Ave., bet it, whole different texture
we in the thick of the shit with no pressure Get it and go, you gettin' it raw, fishscale Top of the line, kept on the low M.O. We outshine them niggas in prime time deliver the bam! bam!, this undeniable grind Fame: And they say New York city What s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that And we say New York city Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some If I ain t stand up, you could call me punk But I m real so a bitch can t call me one Fame: I still stay in touch with the streets it s spit thugerry I stay sucker free, who wanna run with me salute to the die hard fans that fuck with me sparta marksman fuck around, loose a couple teeth That s what people want so we designed it raw with the snowgoons behind the boards the paul bearers of hip hop We carry ya whack ass off then bury ya, this is real heavy yall marksman Danze: 3 steps ahead of ya, 3 generations in so we bet it all In the middle of the street where we set it off Nigga really want a win he gotta get involved M.O.P. dog we been awol, big hemi in my chest for the long haul turning a nigga to mess is what i'm going for Leaving hollows in his chest is what we cause Fame: And they say New York city What s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that And we say New York city Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some If I ain t stand up, you could call me punk
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