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M.O.P.

O.C.M.O.P.

  hip-hop  rap  hardcore rap  hip hop  new york
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Текст песни M.O.P. - O.C.M.O.P.

M.O.P. - O.C.M.O.P. слова песни




Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit outVerse one: O.C.Now check this motherfucking capo right hereMash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clipWe gon` jam when its time to blast!Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your assWe done played the background, ay-yo all my peopsI`m naming names, fuck it, it`s onI`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shitWith this ten-man cliqueWho don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hitAnd if you ever think it can`t happen to youYou might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoesI ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to your ass rawI flipped the word around, nigga, this means WARYo, fuck that, Brooklyn`s on the map foreverTo Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whateverWith Mike, go get the guns when its time to shootTo Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE(Come on)Chorus:Flatbush *cut and scratched*--Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) "Thought I`d remind y`all" *scratching*Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I`d remind y`all"*cut and scratched*--East New York-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"Verse two: Lil` FameI used to roll `em, this is a holdupMAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole upThis game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping dudeI`m still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude(Try to act rude) Play the mascottWith your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass gotClap, shot the body, I`m keeping it realThat cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the HillThat whole shit was animation, immitationWhen I shipped that ass on out, like immigrationWays of Emancipation, ProclamationConstitutional rights, the LAST GENERATIONYour facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s Flippin this track with O.C.Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!ChorusVerse three: Billy DanzeHot damn! Danze shot your headFull cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up the bread(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were goneSo the balance that I wrote like, we`re taking onPut the rest of that shit in the bagI would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don`t make me mad(Here we go again!) You ain`t known, I control my destinyI only got love for the thugs that`s next to me(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill*pause* I told ya, I`m real!And I`ve been doing a double danlyEveryone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t fail me)Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be evenI`m one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing

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