M.O.P.
Brooklyn / Jersey Get Wild (feat. Treach) lyrics
Chorus: Treach
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 shit
[Billy Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
Raised hell to alot 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 motherfuckin 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 muthafuckas
Chorus
Hook: Treach
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
*repeated*
[Lil Fame]
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 alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, 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
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