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M.O.P. f Treach

First Family 4 Life

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Текст песни M.O.P. f Treach - First Family 4 Life

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Chorus: TreachTill death do us, can`t move usWe can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don`t matterHoller if you hear this, realnessThugs gon` feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackinsteal shit[Billy Danze]Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC`s [sho nuff]Raised hell to alot of different degreesAnd we have the Constitution of Rights to bear armsTo flare arms, whenever we fear harmIt`s near [yeah, clack clack], keep it rightIf you pro gang, you don`t belong around here soldierI`m like fish scale, without the pedastoolCome to teach the new school, true school jewelsI`m never followin them fools, I`m a real stand up dudeI makes my own motherfuckin rulesSo what`s it gonna be, let me knowBucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you goAnd we foul to eliminate these habitsAnd the best way is to eliminate these faggotsAll disrespect attendedTo anybody who may be affended, by the way I representedAnd I`m no stranger, to dangerDance with a strange man in a field with angerNow ain`t that ghetto, for yaCock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckasChorusHook: TreachTill death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to usWe`ll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild*repeated*[Lil Fame]Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fireBanned for the kicked down door for my whole empireRapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]See, I know alot, seen alot, don` been thru alotTook alot, never took a shotGod forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reasonTry to understand my pain, roll up some trees an`Reminisce on them feels I was bringinSpark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit banginListen to the words of a nigga, represent thatYou see I really meant that, for the memories I left backLil Fame never was a shady ass niggaWhen it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass niggaSo when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my niggaChorus[Treach]You did ya hit you had to do mostFive minutes and you goComin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumoDoin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtisAnd sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mixSnakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flowsI fuck up ya fun and they don`t care who the fuck knowsI`m sutile followed and find and fucked upBefore I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truckMy pump what, so pump up tracks belack backRoll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack actJersey`s on the map for car jacks and gat smacksI`m on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on waxWhat, with M.O.P.(several names and shit shouted out)ChorusHookYea, salute, salute

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