| DO IT! |
| Fuck, what the fuck huh?
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| DO IT! |
| Yeah, yeah.
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| C’mon! |
| Mo motherfuckin P
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| Don’t let me tell you where I’m from (CROOK-NAM) we cain’t stop here
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| We go to any other hood and set up shop there
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| Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there
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| If you lookin for brotherly love, it’s not here
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| Shit’s not fair, them young gun boys from (BROOK-NAM) run up
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| Inside of number spots here, we got it locked here, we kill cops here
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| I’m one of those niggas you witness livin the music
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| It only takes me one point two seconds to lose it
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| My shit bang inside of gamblin spots where niggas throw dice
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| It motivate 'em for the whole night, niggas be so hype
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| Niggas already know what my flow like
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| My shit inspire riots with the po-lice, imagine what my show like!
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| It’s M.O.P. |
| fo' life
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| You never heard a nigga that spit it like Lil' Fame in your whole life
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| I do it for the hood, I’m never loungin where the faggots at
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| I’m one of them savage cats, these motherfuckers is CRAZY
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| C’MON!!! |
| (*"Damn shit’s changed since back in the day*")
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| These motherfuckers is crazy (*"WORRRRD UP"*)
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| C’MON!!! |
| Crazy (SING IT!!)
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| These motherfuckers is CRAZY
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| I get it poppin like poppin a Oxycontin
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| In the Rotten Apple in Times Square at 12 o’clock
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| On New Year’s, the crew’s here, M.O.P. |
| (nigga)
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| And S.T. |
| (nigga) 1−2-3 (get 'em)
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| I got the KRS flow, mixed with Esco'
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| Pull a fresco, meet the 38 special
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| Turn dizzy, Lil' Fizzy and Bill with me
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| I’m still 50 levels ahead of these cats really
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| Billy Danze, CHECK, Lil' Fame, CHECK
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| Nine milli' fo'-fizzy big glizzy, STEP
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| Get the fuck back par, we them trap stars
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| Turned into rap stars, whippin the fast cars
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| Spittin them crack bars, grippin them black arms
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| Givin them bad scars we really is that hard
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| It ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC
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| You wear me on your neck, and let your shit bling
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| Religious people tat Term on they arm
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| Call me Allah, my story is the holy Qu’ran
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| I’m the God, I spit the sun moon and the stars
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| Say what you want, I’m a young Rakim with the bars
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| So, go ahead and think I’m too nice to do it
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| And say grace 'fore you bite the bullet (these motherfuckers is CRAZY)
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| Stand down 'fore I put your man down, homey Danze down like Nino
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| Stuck in the time, still doin crime like it’s legal
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| Molestin the grind, just check how I climb over beats
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| I’m a beast, I especially shine for the streets
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| So I’m inclined on the yellow lines, y’all think it’s deep
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| But to me, it’s where I meet the homies all week
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| If you get with 'em you stick with 'em, you ain’t gotta creep
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| And if you creep, it’s awkward cause homey never sleep
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| I made it clear that’s how you rock shit, y’all remember me
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| Switched lanes, I ain’t never changed, forever (M.O.P.)
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| Yeah with uncontrollable wits, CEO in this bitch
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| And crocodiles and gators, you haters havin a fit
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| I’m levitatin and flowin, in my own zone
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| Drownin bottles of 'gnac, bringin it back home
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| You better know how to react, or get your shit blown
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| S-T dot Marxmen, nigga we get it on (these motherfuckers is CRAZY) |