Текст песни M.O.P - 4 Alarm Blaze, слова песни M.O.P

Текст песни M.O.P - 4 Alarm Blaze

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Текст песни M.O.P - 4 Alarm Blaze

[Lil' Fame]Seventy-five Raised on a strip called here brotha hill Where guns pop and cops get killedThis is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyersWe're losin' it( )Four fives and knives we be movin' witCaught up in the things that the street game confused you witWe're provin' it Let it be known if retaliationHome-skillet - it's onThat rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga Open up your back nigga Rosewood black niggaFirst family gone brawlIt's president's resident, and I'm the first dogYou know the M.O.P statusIn the history of crime and rap we some the baddestWord to the mommy, any fool try meGet hit wit the lami, fuck GiulianiChorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2XIt's a 4 alarm blazeEverybody post up next to the stageCome onYou're all welcome to hell's roadwayFirst family styleBuck ass wildWhat ya say [Billy Danze]Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldierFIRST FAMILY - we're back soldierAnd we have swam through the Brownsville sewersThe last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERSBurkowitz MOB STYLESpit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's childCrucify me - but don't deny meOr get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by meTry me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed toI'm from the field where the covers are unnoticableI've noticed a few niggas wantin' my headUsed my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)With all intentions of droppin' a body I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the partyTHE BROWNSVILLE NECTARThat bullshitJust when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ‘em wit more shitChorus 2X:[Teflon]Introducin' the best kept secret It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beretBlaze enemies frequent I speak wit authority(Black) Perhaps through four to be Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderlyThe gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun chokeRaised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed meKeep my grip steadySqueeze till they drop offMake sure all other guns are popped off as heavyBlowin some high-tech shitThrough your projectsMakin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tectI wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktieWe don't respects by Half-ass niggasBlast niggasGas niggas who won't blast The sect dieAll: 2X

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