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{*chorus*} |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring ding |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring ding |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring ding |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring ding |
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[d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers |
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[billy danze] |
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Yo, i'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed |
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Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range |
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If i ain't in it to win it i wouldn't be in it |
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It's billy danze, here me kid? (lil' fame co-defendant) |
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This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange |
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I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain |
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Year of def jam while you're cold chillin |
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Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain |
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[lil' fame] |
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Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} what's my motherfuckin name? |
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{*scratched: "lil' fame, lil'-lil' fame"*} |
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We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding |
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With that hardcore swing, fame and billy be doin the same thang |
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The way, i'ma show you how |
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Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down.. |
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Anybody that asks to battle |
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You better pass, cause i'ma kick a bone out your ass |
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A lot of people went and seen the movie "posse" |
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But ain't seen a real posse, until you seen the m.o.p. |
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Chill kid, cause you gon' cause fame to get fatal |
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Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh) |
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You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid |
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M (fuckin) o (fuckin) p's ringin bells |
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{*chorus*} |
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[lil' fame] |
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Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly |
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Cause bill and fame'll really spark 'em down like a phillie |
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For real, when that nigga bill starts to puff his wheaties |
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Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti |
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If i see, niggaz want it then i'ma give it to 'em |
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Pull out the seventeen shot glock and i'ma do 'em |
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Yo bill, i think we gotta bring the ruckus.. |
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[billy danze] |
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.. i'ma kill one of you motherfuckers |
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Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) where it at? |
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(ring ding) all the (??) run each time we bust a cap |
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(everytime) we bust a rhyme (everytime) we empty the clip |
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(everytime) we threw you a hit (everytime) we split somebody shit |
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Not really but illy is fame and billy and really you gotta know |
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If it ain't the m.o.p. then check this and you gotta go |
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Let me show you where i'm at, cause i'm fat |
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Give me my propers after that, or i'll lay you on your fuckin back |
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I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when- |
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-ever you see, m.o.p., g we be bubblin |
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(bill is a real nigga) yeah bill is a real nigga |
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Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure |
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I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind |
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Stevie wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me |
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The lord tested, me and mine finessed it |
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Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin |
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My 40's the drug, you see i'm the (?) then i'ma leave it alone |
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I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes |
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Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga p-lawn |
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(yeah, to my nigga nigga man) |
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To my nigga pit |
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(my nigga bo) |
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That nigga mcgruff |
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(prince leroy, rest in peace) |
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Spud mckenzie, rest in peace |
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(to my brother big nal, rest in peace) |
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Yeah.. m.o.p. up in the house! |
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Billy danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin? |
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My nigga lil' fame, lazy laze |
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Boo bang under the b's, black shawn, mcgruff |
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Shit, my whole home team kid |
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Hill figga niggaz |
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Goin out in a blaze, yeah |