Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Against All Opps, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
Against All Opps |
I ain’t came here to make friends, motherfucker |
Y’all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps |
Do you know who the opps is? |
The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers |
It’s the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz) every day (L-O-X) on the |
internet and gettin' away with it |
Let that shit rip, Slay |
Yeah |
I was down with Biggie but you know I’m an outlaw |
Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz |
This ain’t a rhyme, it’s a fact, or an outpour |
Pour out some liquor for the homies I can’t account for |
Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high, playin' «Still I Rise» («Still I Rise») |
Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised |
Feel for the hammer, I don’t feel the vibe |
'Cause you on a quest, I don’t feel your tribe |
Told Slay get the K in, let it spray once then spray again to see who’s left |
(See who’s left) |
From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown |
Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less) |
You a small island, I’m the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in) |
Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in) |
Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in |
Ghost |
Against all opps |
It’s time that the streets unite |
I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight |
Against all opps |
It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is |
Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot) |
Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah) |
Couldn’t agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost) |
Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn) |
Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different |
Been lit before the internet even existed (For real) |
This generation is sickenin' (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention |
(Man) |
Grown ass men in they feelings |
Niggas say anything you put a camera in they face (Camera in they face) |
But you won’t hear anything when a hammer in his face (The hammer in his face) |
The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers |
Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle |
Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal |
No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never) |
I’m not a slave (Slave), went against the grain |
Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav |
Outlaw to the grave |
It’s time that the streets unite |
I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight |
Against all opps |
It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is |
Ayo |
Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss? |
Hotter than P? |
Fuck that, who hotter than me? |
(None) |
Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund |
No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin' |
These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake) |
By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em |
Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha) |
Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em |
What it look like? |
I don’t even know what the hook like (Uh huh) |
All I do is spit and make sure it cook right |
Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha) |
Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby) |
Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo) |
Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy) |
Ten large back then, that was just in aces |
I ain’t gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em) |
Haters (Look at 'em) |
It’s time that the streets unite |
I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight |
Against all opps |
It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is |
Against all opps |
My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo) |
I know what’s up your skirt mane, it ain’t hard to tell (I see you) |
You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros |
My whole family full of real ones, y’all are not those |
Classic like daddy’s, keep a batty in the backseat |
Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right) |
No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride |
No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry |
County to county, man, these niggas know about me |
International EDI, I get to it like it’s easy (Yeah) |
Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin' |
Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam) |
Yellin' «O for L» 'til they throw me a cell |
And even then I probably have the whole pen with me |
Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh |
Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay) |
This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason |
Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y’all niggas wanna see who? |
Wanna see who? |
Wanna see who? |
Wanna do who? |
They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you |
I don’t want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please) |
I don’t want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary) |
They’ll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never) |
Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz |
Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw |
Naw, no man is not to fear |
And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh) |
That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear |
Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here |
Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah) |
Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me |
That’s it, filled to the top but the ride’s on E |
Too slippery to ever let you slide on me |
F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X) |
The love’s unconditional, the bond is timeless |
What? |