Hood Muzik
M.O.P., Memphis Bleek
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[Cheah] Know what this shit sound like right niggas? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga My niggas is wit me, we focused man, yeah Get Low in the building, why'know, nigga Let's do it, c'mon, yo [Memphis Bleek] It's gettin hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH! Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam Weapons of mass destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin wit my team [Fame] My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC But yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cause he throw like a bitch When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the f*ck you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and cock in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!) First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs This M.O.P. nigga we put it down (put it down!!) Motherfuckers trying to figure me out Wanna see what a nigga be bout But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f*ck Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour Naw nigga I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.! [Billy Danze] Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin The Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!) Runnin I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair It's no love lost 'cause it was never none there Put me in a position to blast I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for bass So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces We hold fort, we don't give a f*ck about you Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine 'cause every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga In '87, I started my career I'll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this year I live my life, in crime time bitch And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!
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Written by: DARRELL BRANCH, ERIC MURRY, JAMAL GERARD GRINNAGE, MALIK COX, MALIK DESHAWN COX, ERIC MURRAY
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