| Lyrics: | Chorus: m.o.p.
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post
and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended,
listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand
clear
The brownsville sluggers, about to attack...
[lil fame]
Bring it back, yo i'm
tired of you herbs
Gettin on my nerves
Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers
You
fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you
flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin
This lil nigga get to poppin,
pistol grippin and cockin
[cuz nine times outta ten] i'm guranteed to leave you
stragglin
Plus i bag emcees that's babblin
I aint tryin to hear ya
But i'm about ready
to ear ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing
yellin
[before i send a slug through your melon]
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your
face
[you sittin] i'm sittin on chrome like masta ace
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the
guns blast
I be wreckin like the fuckin jamaicans at sunsplash
[it aint where you from] it's
where ya at
And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat
So
chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in new jack
city!!
Chorus: m.o.p.
[billy danze]
Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a
new generation of rap dudes
[with fake attitudes] that refuse to play by the rules
It's a
shame the way they be dissin the game
They fantasize then go to something i would tell
lies
[these fake thugs] replace slugs that's have three to nigga
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