| And these motherfuckers still ain’t got a release date for the Mo-P
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| Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll
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| Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh)
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| Pick up your hammer, wave your bandana
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| Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable
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| It’s MO (P nigga), it’s MO (P nigga)
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| Reppin N-Y-C, Cormega motherfucker
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| (Cormega)
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| It’s not a game
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| We real niggas, one in the same
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| Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains
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| As war and peace collide in the back of my brain
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| I’m a decide between felonies (sucess) or selling kis
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| Either way, I need the key to longevity
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| Mega be in the mist of violence
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| Grimey niggas silence
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| Whoever scheming dying
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| 'Cuz son, I keep the iron
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| And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness
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| (Billy Danze), (Cormega)
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| Raise hell nigga (Watch it)
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| Y’all already know the deal
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| You already seen the work of Bill, still
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| You try to stop it (NEVER THAT)
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| This is why we level cats
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| This is called rebel rap
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| Where’s your pump and medal at (PUMP IT)
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| Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting
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| (International g thang)
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| That’s what we brinin'
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| So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P
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| Strickly for the B (C's), B (Y), the OGs
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| (Cormega — Hook)
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| For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
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| For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
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| Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
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| From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
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| And all my young niggas of dream of living large
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| For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
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| And grimey niggas that be taking what’s y’alls (Let it go)
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| Sky’s the limit nigga, reach for the stars
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| (Lil' Fame)
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| You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are
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| Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car
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| Welcome to judgment morning
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| Where the bugs ain’t got love for ya
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| They got slugs for ya
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| (Cormega), (Billy Danze)
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| Yo son, these niggas never got consignment
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| Popped off iron
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| Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island
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| Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment
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| Yet they want the same fucking respect I get
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| I was supplying during a drought
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| Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that)
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| Nigga with work, if you ain’t want it, bounce
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| Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it)
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| Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em)
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| Huh
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| (Bounce)
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| Huh
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| (Bounce)
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| Ugh
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| (Bounce)
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| Ugh
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| (Let it Go)
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| (Hook)
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| For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
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| For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
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| Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
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| From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
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| And all my young niggas of dream of living large
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| For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
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| And grimey niggas that be taking what’s y’alls (Let it go)
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| Sky’s the limit nigga, reach for the stars
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| (Billy Danze)
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| I heard your hood needed help so I’m on it
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| You niggas is acting too flamboyant
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| It’s anonying
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| You know I been inbedded in blacktop
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| Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot
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| Which lead to a black shot
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| So bring the madness, and send the baddest
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| And watch me down grade they status
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| And turn them all into faggots
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| William will never have it (Uh)
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| Remember I’m a winner (Uh)
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| Y’all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures
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| (Cormega)
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| The coke dealer, go-rilla, Mega flow iller
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| Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up
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| The fo fifth’ll turn you into a whole different nigga (Haha)
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| And I prey on a +Jungle+ like a boa constrictor
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| (Lil' Fame)
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| Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucka)
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| Have to choke a (Bucka) outta ya ass
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| Like Ving Rhimes did tyrese in Baby Boy
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| Your neighborhood hood’s back
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| Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back
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| (Hook)
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| For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
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| For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
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| Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
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| From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
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| And all my young niggas of dream of living large
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| For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
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| And grimey niggas that be taking what’s y’alls (Let it go)
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| Sky’s the limit nigga, reach for the stars |