Brooklyn / Jersey Get Wild - M.O.P.
Till death do us can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build it don't matter
Holler if you hear this realness
Thugs gon' feel this Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
Steal sh*t
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's sho nuff
Raised hell to a lot of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
To flare arms whenever we fear harm
It's near yeah clack clack keep it right
If you pro gang you don't belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school true school jewels
I'm never followin' them fools I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherf**kin' rules
So what's it gonna be let me know
Bucka bucka blow bucka blow blow there you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger to danger
Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't that ghetto for ya
Cock sucka we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthaf**kas
Till death do us can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build it don't matter
Holler if you hear this realness
Thugs gon' feel this Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
Steal sh*t
Till death ditty do us and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin' b**ches till they shoot us get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild
Who wanna go against the man that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
Rapid fire First Family Rapid Fire M.O.P.
See I know a lot seen a lot don' been thru a lot
Took a lot never took a shot
God forbid If I took a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels I was bringin'
Spark up a L while you got the M.O.P. sh*t bangin'
Listen to the words of a ni**a represent that
You see I really meant that for the memories I left back
Lil Fame never was a shady a** ni**a
When it was on we scar fools and a gravy a** ni**a
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
Fizzy Woe Mack That was my ni**a
Till death do us can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build it don't matter
Holler if you hear this realness
Thugs gon' feel this Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
Steal sh*t
You did ya hit you had to do most
Five minutes and you go
Comin' with ya new show and watch ya get sumo
Doin' this sh*t since gettin' whipped for wastin' grtis
And sneakin' out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit I flip up flops and f**k flows
I f**k up ya fun and they don't care who the f**k knows
I'm sutile followed and find and f**ked up
Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin' in stollin' jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin' the b**ch outta niggas on wax
What with M.O.P.
Till death do us can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build it don't matter
Holler if you hear this realness
Thugs gon' feel this Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
Steal sh*t
Till death ditty do us and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin' b**ches till they shoot us get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild get wild get wild get wild get wild
Get wild
Yea salute salute