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quit And all that bullshit dancin ain't sayin shit I'm only down with my homies from the get-go Fuck O.P.P. and a sideshow If you don't like it,
safe at, Where akil, chali 2na and dj format, Stay at the T-O-P most definitely, and sometimes I style for free [Chali 2na] But keep responsibility, I
get rid of 'em, I'm pickin' up the microphone To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone I had to make it funky once again for my opponent I left
então hmm, meu bem melhor nao ter razão é tao bom viver p'ra ganhar o teu beijo pega e volta, não me acorde agora desse sonho com você vem deixe o corpo
live Taking a motherfucking ride, to the T-O-P Now everybody in the place, body rock with me Now see the party ain't over, cause this shit don't stop
and become all you can see A lor nigga was C-O-P-I-N-G by tryin' to stay out of sight With a thumb between my teeth Always under my arm was my best friend,
Nigga hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil [Chorus: M.O.P.] Ante Up! Yap that
it (I want it) Slap, let him have it! Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete M.O.P.'s ready
makes a ha'p'ths worth o' difference There ain't nothing new, that ain't been done before Is this the end of the old guard? I wouldn't count on it Is
OF THE FEARLESS FOUR Featuring DLB, Tito, and Mike see And Peso -- hah, and we won't S-T-O-P Cause see we'll tell ya from the top that our crew won't stop SO
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.
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.
September, seventh grade O.P. shorts on enemies made I was a new fool at a new school About to get beat up 'cause my clothes weren't cool Purple
M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe EPMD, to me was, the best
the sirens, yeah it was po-po And that's O.P.D., for those who don't know We pulled over, to see what it was all about He drew his gun and began to shout
"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
us, really? Ya'll niggaz got to feel me Peel out Suzuki's, make those Kawasaki's pop a wheelie 'cause only I could hold me, V.S.O.P. control me Better
analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin' out of it Explode quicker than landmines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
to riddle you I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll blow your back out Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy
ya' (Killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher Bone
guitar Now he's lookin' for me Citizen see-O-P-E Sign the dotted line please For the fake 50's Now Judas answer me "Since I was the age to speak
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!
It's just as simple as A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P !
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
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