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M.O.P.
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[Billy Danze]
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
They say that a mans life, gon be what its gon be
So I switched the game around, and now its on me
(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
(Youre still a bang-banger) One of Saratogas finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..
Yo Bill, whatd you stop for man, whatd you stop for?
Teach em, tell em how you feel!
As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today
I think back about cats, that have passed away
Thats why I feel more cursed than blessed
And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress
Im a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse
Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest
I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi wont
wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain
See its the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here
A shootout, is like a common cold out here
Thats why I sit back and I laugh at yall
When its crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at yall
Im from Saratoga Avenue, I HAD to brawl
Its where I realized its a cold world, after all
You hear me talkin to ya? Im on some grown Danze shit
(Youll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
able to tame my rage
A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge
A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage
Take a look at me now; a born winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, cant nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all hes angry, hell) kill again!
%7B*beat changes*%7D
[Lil Fame]
You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart
Take two steps back its gon hurt you pah!
Who the fuck talkin that they gon hurt Jamal?
This aint no diamond-studded rapper, its the lover-stutter-slapper
Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper
Fo-five semi-automatic pipe clapper
With them O.G.s in it, please dont get your shit twisted
like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you cant beat me
Its the Womack, the extension of Danzini
We came into the game with some change for (??) fear
Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer
Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow
Who grindin, who thieves, but Im lookin mean yo
with a gangster lean though, big dog in it
With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep em clean doe
I know the pros and cons so I married the game
Now its mommys little boy left to carry the name
Im in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled
Double (??), who the fuck gon stop Fame?
Yall niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame
And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game
Niggaz aint feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin
Im the shit that felt good comin out of my pops semen
Hit the streets and thug with me
No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you cant fuck with me
Too many dick riders thats quick to go blaow
But look bitch, Ima let you know now
You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?
Im what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me
Cause Im a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)
Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire
Why dont I-ah, dump back at your men
Its M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!
I aint clappin over your head
Ima make sure I pop somethin through ya
Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead
Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed
May the Lord be with you, game over, youre dead
Motherfucker! |
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27.Jun.2001 14:06:46 |
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05.Jan.2004 21:01:50 |
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