| Lyrics: | (feat. M.O.P.)
[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, y'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, cuz he throw like a bitch
When he threw it he missed,
the niceset MCs is right here
Why the fuck 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
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