Lyrics:
it like happy like the shit we used to do
5 niggaz comin' out the see-P-T so fuck you
Time changed for the good
Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
pitch
For the universal language
Esperanto musiko
La lingo futuro
[Another phonemes solo]
Eh-ss-p-eh-rr-ah-n-t-o mm-you-ss-ih-k-o
Ll-ah
Separate thought
By <g?t> ?
Fall back
Into a habit
Rapper with impurity complex
Peddler goes pedestrian
Thieves tearing a?p?gs
Peddler goes pedestrian
"Ha
hit 'em hit 'em up
Another motherfuckin' massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G
To you snake ass, two faced ass niggaz
You
Well, I just talked to rudy on the p-h-o-n-e
Said "it's Saturday night, let's get in t-r-o-u-b-l-e"
I said "ok I'll meet you at the country b-a-r"
of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
the LAST GENERATION
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark
don't want em
I'm on em, the Eastside gees and the P
At ease, you don't want to fuck with these
And we'se the malice, careless muthafuckas
Puttin
housing shit...
O.G. Style, Convicts and DJ Silk...
Psycho Ganksta mothafucking Nip and DJ Triple-6 housing shit...
TMT, Too Much mothafucking Trouble...
see Monkey do
A shorty sipping sunny dew
Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. that's mad smokey
Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me
Night Special)
O.G., niggas, God damn I miss 'em
Pumpin' Run-D.M.C. through the goose neck system
It don't matter, up or down hill, nigga
Nobody whoop ya
lady 'cause i don't like to fuck
Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust
Split these g'z out with us shut these p'z down to flush
I got
love you
We are big B.I.G
We are bad B.A.D
We are boss
B.O.S.S B.O.S.S B.O.S.S
We are big, bad and boss
And never at a loss
And you better
travel with the ?Crills Rock?
P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit
Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin off and more
"The Enforcer"
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation (yeah)
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, and I got to stay
up bitches, and all you hoes?
I got my hands on my nutsack so here it goes
you see, G I be the T dash N to the T
and I'm down wit the are dash M
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted
Like bamboo with no trees in it
Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me
It's the Womack,
for a kiss
10 for a bird you must not miss
1 for sorrow
2 for joy
3 for a girl
4 for a boy
Magpie (x4)
M for magic
A arrives
G, you're
and grind like E-S-G
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
cost a fee
Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T
Now they see how it be, I'm just a G
Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree
See me in the drop,
Bitch, kickflip backtail was on my hit-list
Until this nigga P-Rod came and did the shit switch
Saw a handrail and figured I could bust on it
Tried
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