Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.N.O.H.P., artist - RBL Posse. Date of issue: 03.01.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M.N.O.H.P. |
| See, I’m like 2Took |
| All over niggas look |
| When I be posted |
| Some niggas walk through in a drop stain |
| Like muggin, gettin toasted |
| See we like slittin the cust or grab the gats |
| While them marks walk through |
| See Harvard’s a dead ass street |
| So we will like have to bust at you and uh |
| I think them marks are down the way-way |
| So bay-bay |
| Start bussin caps for the grave homies in jay-jay |
| It must have been a lucky day |
| That 351 was out there barkin |
| They got away clean and smooth while my niggas was steady sparkin, see |
| I know the drama’s gone be on |
| I phone, to my brother Took cause he the backbone |
| He be like organizing the violence that take place up on this blocc |
| You fuck around with this posse, you might wind up gettin glocked |
| GiggityGlock, I’m on the blocc |
| Labeled the loccsta |
| Posted on the side of a house just like a poster |
| I’m ready to die for seven digits |
| And see if you can get it |
| Cause tonight, it’s life is shorter than a midget |
| (Black C) |
| I put the mortiary number up on his pager |
| (Mister C) |
| Don’t fuck with me! |
| (Hitman) |
| Well, creepy creepy, here I come |
| Now, it’s time to muzzle them niggas with the G-L-O-C-K |
| Waiting for that payday |
| So now it’s time to get my squad and rush up in his market |
| And if you notice an enemy, we spot it as a target |
| Grab my (?) |
| Hittin it, splittin it |
| Sucka ass niggas is prohibited |
| Get with this |
| Cause if you runnin up mane, you’re just bound to get mistreated |
| Battered and beated, lie down like (?) |
| Cause suckas be tryina play |
| It’s time to huff and puff |
| I’mma shoot about, tapin (?) |
| Cause one little pinky got away, that means it’s bout 7 days |
| It’s time to put the code on his pager |
| And let him know it’s major |
| (Black C) |
| I put the mortiary number up on his pager |
| (Mister C) |
| Don’t fuck with me! |
| (Mister C) |
| Well it’s about time I school niggas like? |
| Deep fry that? |
| like some freshly made? |
| You know you can’t fuck with this gang |
| I’m like some clothes without no hanger |
| Boy, you know you can’t hang so, uhm |
| Act like you knew |
| You should have been a??? |
| And no, you can’t put no salt on this Frisco pimpin??? |
| Just give me a fuckin toolbox cause I lost all my screws |
| My last name is Church so it’s time for you to pay your sunday dues |
| And if you don’t, fool this show ain’t no hope |
| My breath don’t stank |
| But yes, I got the scope |
| Point it at your dome |
| Here in '94 |
| I’m runnin around, walkin up to niggas just like they was??? |
| So you don’t have to get the yellow pages |
| Cause I left that mortiary number in your fucking pager |
| (Black C) |
| I put the mortiary number up on his pager |
| (Mister C) |
| Don’t fuck with me! |
| (Cellski A.K.A. 2Took) |
| In my backyard, it’s a gang of bodies that’s buried |
| When you walk in my backyard, you walkin on the cemetery |
| When I was born, I was born on the 13th |
| My best friend was Freddy, yo, we used to live on Elm Street |
| Back when I was young |
| About ten years old |
| Jim Jones was my idol cause he took alot of souls |
| Now that I’m older, I got alot of cis |
| No fingerprints to be found and not a lick of evidence |
| Playin out the murder before I heard another victim |
| Pulled the lick before I stick him on the ground |
| That’s when I kick em |
| Leave em dead or dying with his eyes open wide |
| Get some dank and go high to get my mind of the homicide |
| Turned on the news to see what they was sayin |
| They said The Taker struck again for his twelft straight slayin |
| Because the nigga got played like Sega |
| So I hooked the mortiary number up on his pager |
| (Black C) |
| I put the mortiary number up on his pager |
| (Mister C) |
| Don’t fuck with me! |
| Don’t fuck with me! |