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M.O.P.
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| Ring Ding
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
[Billy Danze]
Yo, Im ringin bells across the nation, aint nuttin changed
Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range
If I aint in it to win it I wouldnt be in it
Its Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil Fame co-defendant)
This little bastard cant be tamed, hes strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while youre Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause hes the last villain
[Lil Fame]
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record %7B*needle*%7D Whats my motherfuckin name?
%7B*scratched: "Lil Fame, Lil-Lil Fame"*%7D
We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding
with that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
The way, Ima show you how
motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down..
Anybody that asks to battle
you better pass, cause Ima kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse"
but aint seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, cause you gon cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it aint hard to tell kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) Ps ringin bells
%7B*CHORUS*%7D
[Lil Fame]
Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly
Cause Bill and Famell really spark em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it then Ima give it to em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and Ima do em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..
[Billy Danze]
.. Ima kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody shit
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
If it aint the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go
Let me show you where Im AT, cause Im FAT
Give me my propers after THAT, or Ill lay you on your fuckin back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz know were trouble when-
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga
Come on now, youre fuckin round with a ill figure
Im ringin bells on top of the line, youre blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz cant fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and mine finessed it
Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin
My 40s the drug, you see Im the (?) then Ima leave it alone
Im out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my nigga nigga man)
To my nigga Pit
(My nigga Bo)
That nigga McGruff
(Prince Leroy, rest in peace)
Spud McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze holdin it down, yknahmsayin?
My nigga Lil Fame, Lazy Laze
Boo Bang under the Bs, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home Team kid
Hill Figga Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze, yeah |
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27.Jun.2001 14:06:46 |
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