Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Instigator , by - M.O.P.. Release date: 07.03.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Instigator |
| That nigga right there nigga |
| Go see that nigga mayne! |
| Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne |
| Yo, yo |
| Ain’t y’all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? |
| Get at 'em dawg, what the fuck is all this peace? |
| Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD |
| Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD |
| That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch |
| Then called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go! |
| Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker |
| Stab that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo |
| Ain’t y’all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? |
| Fuck the industry, take it to the streets |
| Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker |
| Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker |
| I moved back in the hood for good |
| These niggas ain’t crazy; |
| Brownsville forever baby |
| Same place where my momma raised me, I’m forever holdin my throne |
| Imagine if I had a couple million |
| Y’all niggas are half-assed thugs |
| The kind to lie in your face, and say word to everything he love |
| Won’t talk that shit, when the real soldiers around |
| You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down |
| But if you feelin like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off |
| Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off |
| These niggas ain’t crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers |
| I will pop yo', motherfuckin head off your shoulders |
| So what it is? |
| (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?) |
| What it is? |
| (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?) |
| Everybody’s a gangsta now, bustin them thing things on wax |
| Punk bitches gangbangin on track; |
| but here’s the facts |
| I smell budussy |
| I dare one of y’all niggas to try to George Bush me |
| And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with |
| Fuck the yappin and rappin back and forth |
| Hey yo, I’m a «Nervous/Wreck» that’s why I «Full Surface» the tec |
| Robbed the game blind, murdered the set |
| Aiyyo perhaps you haven’t heard of us yet |
| You lil' wet behind the ears you didn’t hear, we used to murder the sets |
| YEP! |
| I heard your mixtape, wasn’t impressed |
| What is this mess? |
| Hollerin 'bout your gun and your vest |
| It’s all LIES, most of y’all guys is small fries |
| And if I let y’all tell it, y’all all gon' ride BUT |
| But soon as shit hit the fan |
| And your man get clipped, that’s when niggas hit the stand |
| And get a for 25 to click in the can |
| About 80 percent of y’all niggas is snitchin man |
| Why y’all misleadin the public, on some thug shit |
| In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with |
| Now y’all wanna discuss it? |
| I’m DISGUSTED |
| Here take this 9 and bust it, fuck the dumb shit! |
| Hey yo whattup homey? |
| (O.G.!) Triple O. G |
| Your Hannibal Lect’ic ways got you banned from TV |
| You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA) |
| All in the mix of the blitz and you ain’t never been grazed (HA) |
| (It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say par |
| Your G ain’t street, so keep it up under the radar |
| And stay off of the God damn screen lookin mean |
| Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a nigga in half |
| You niggas are makin me mad with these games |
| Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein |
| We was raised in the year of the bat; |
| where niggas got it on |
| To turn it up a notch we had the 38 long |
| We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em) |
| Bill’ll take it directly to yo' ass if y’all cross him |
| It’s usually done in the street, that’s where it happen at |
| Y’all niggas beef on the beats, but where the clappin at? |