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Текст песни M.O.P. - Face Off

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[Billy Danze]Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)I no longer wanna press them situations wronglyThey say that a man`s life, gon` be what it`s gon` beSo I switched the game around, and now it`s on me(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin melike you want me to show you how messy a mess can be(You`re still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga`s finest?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness.. Yo Bill, what`d you stop for man, what`d you stop for? Teach `em, tell `em how you feel!As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar todayI think back about cats, that have passed awayThat`s why I feel more cursed than blessedAnd I wonder what in this world, more worse than stressI`m a mess with stress, though I present it with finesseSometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chestI smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won`twash away the pain or get, strain off my brainSee it`s the way, we, roll down here, stroll down hereA shootout, is like a common cold out hereThat`s why I sit back and I laugh at y`allWhen it`s crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y`allI`m from Saratoga Avenue, I +HAD+ to brawlIt`s where I realized it`s a cold world, after allYou hear me talkin to ya? I`m on some grown Danze shit(You`ll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;able to tame my rageA little bit different from the first time I picked up a gaugeA little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stageTake a look at me now; a born winnerIn a race against time, like Bruce JennerA natural born sinner, can`t nobody tame me, or change me(For no reason at all he`s angry, he`ll) kill again!{*beat changes*}[Lil` Fame]You are now tuned in to the Works of MartTake two steps back it`s gon` hurt you pah!Who the fuck talkin that they gon` hurt Jamal?This ain`t no diamond-studded rapper, it`s the lover-stutter-slapperUnpretty type rapper, gritty type rapperFo`-five semi-automatic pipe clapperWith them O.G.`s in it, please don`t get your shit twistedlike bamboo with no trees in itFall back, motherfucker you can`t beat meIt`s the Womack, the extension of DanziniWe came into the game with some change for (??) fearTwo Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beerNow look at him, they hittin the scene slowWho grindin, who thieves, but I`m lookin mean yowith a gangster lean though, big dog in itWith my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep `em clean doeI know the pros and cons so I married the gameNow it`s mommy`s little boy left to carry the nameI`m in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filledDouble (??), who the fuck gon` stop Fame?Y`all niggaz keep waitin til they pop FameAnd hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got gameNiggaz ain`t feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreaminI`m the shit that felt good comin out of my pop`s semenHit the streets and thug with meNo matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can`t fuck with meToo many dick riders that`s quick to go blaowBut look bitch, I`ma let you know nowYou fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was?I`m what you want me to be, stop fuckin with meCause I`m a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fireWhy don`t I-ah, dump back at your menIt`s M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh!I ain`t clappin over your headI`ma make sure I pop somethin through yaGivin motherfuckers ulcers with leadHave your parents and the pastor huddled over your bedMay the Lord be with you, game over, you`re deadMotherfucker!

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Face Off

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