M.O.P. Lyrics
M.O.P. Lyrics
"Stick To Ya Gunz Lyrics"
Take You Home Lyrics
[VERSE:1] I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming "hey yo",you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude
[VERSE:1] I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming "hey yo",you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude
Intro (sampled):
Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
Crown Lyrics
If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see you It is a mirror sombre and opaque Which protects me, which stifles me A great ditch around the heart Which rejects, which estranges me There is a world in my head A dead world where nothing lives And it
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit inIf eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see you It is a mirror sombre and opaque Which protects me, which stifles me A great ditch around the heart Which rejects, which estranges me There is a world in my head A dead world where nothing lives And it
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Compliments Lyrics
We sit and we sigh And nothing gets done So right, so clued-up We just get old And all the while Been torn asunder Nicotine And bacteria What are we coming to
Silently I move violently We sit and we sigh And nothing gets done So right, so clued-up We just get old And all the while Been torn asunder Nicotine And bacteria What are we coming to
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and place em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand And in the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell And will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I k
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave you hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X