a punk nigga to a park, bust caps in the mark Knocc and dre here we go again, with the flow again From the westside, c-o-m-p-t-o-n Compton, compton is
Against the World" like 2Pac And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey I'm one of the big
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise
ass out the kitchen I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise
looks better when it's invisible We get props from Wall Street to y'all street If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat C-P-T style, O-G me style
, in a living hell for perjury but it's o.k. for billy somewhere is a young girl her life is forever swirled she's out of luck but it's o.k. for
O double G P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin' marks The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked I'm like [unverified], rough and rugged 'Cause I'm
can bet I'll blow trial Be downtown swingin', M.O.P. style Next up, yo I believe that's me Yo get on the mic and rock the Symphony Say hello to the
dick i'm a rookie to a duo of a terrifying background and any mutha fucka step up, they betta back down i'm a neck strangla raised in the anger got
'mon C'mon, C'mon Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon [Lil' Jon] M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS! Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch! [Chorus x2] [M.O.P (Lil' Jon)] (My Nigga!) You
.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet Glorious, come stomp on tour with us (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ {*various samples scratched
I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry Keep fucking
is? It's the hardest, spittin' M.O.P. Warrior, come out and play nigga I'm callin' ya, what you say nigga? All of ya, lead the way nigga I'm warning
all year for the hardcore Firing squad, firing hard I'm top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth Ring, ding, ring ding M.O.P. comin' through
Two) Ain't nobody seein em M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas I'm still a corner store hero eatin
Then the wanna doubt The Kid who analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than land mines M.O.P. tapes make
back nigga Rosewood black nigga First family gone brawl It's president's resident, and I'm the first dog You know the M.O.P status In the history of
24, imagine that Camera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin back T.I.P. be smokin on that good shit imagine that I'm blowin on a hoe that
