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M.O.P.

[M.O.P

Yeah
Whoo..
The of New York
Get up, On!
Ah!

[50 (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's to run to when death becomes you
say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo)
So if you want to, but niggaz who murk you (come on)
to your tombstone and piss in your grave..
You a right, that ride tonight (come on)
Nigga you gon' ride or you die tonight.. (come on)
cock the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on)
Nigga shit is in the field..

[Billy Verse]
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your
When you laid and cry, when you stand up and die
the man that i am, Fireeeeee!!
Yes Yes, um the whole thang
Im a legend in the town,
your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' im comin' clutchin' the
Dont worry my whereabouts
We air um out, um out, Yes Yes
The on now, you need to get your hammers up
thats what's up
You too nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, Clap it up!
Fif put in the call..
We ready to brawl everyone of you or, Yes Yes

[50 Cent (M.O.P)
There's to run to when death becomes you
say your soul may burn in the flame.. (uh)
So front if you to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your and piss in your grave.. (yes)
You a rider right, that tonight
Nigga you ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right)
cock the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!!)
Nigga is real in the field..

Fame Verse]
You got these young hollerin "Murderer!!"
Copper on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
dont give a fuck..
I seen a shoot my mom'z, right in front of my motherfuckin' face
See in the 'ville, aint such a as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the and you pull it
Slugs aint outta season (uh huh)..
All you do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!)
stains on the ceilin'..
Same place he stood, thats they leave um
Dont black it out, lets just off with your gun (uh huh)
'cause you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the
You the drill..
give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not ??chark??
1.... that... [3 gunshots].. Ah bitch!.. Rest in bits!

[50 Cent (M.O.P)
There's nowhere to run to death becomes you
Some say your soul may in the flame..
So front if you to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and in your grave..
You a right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you die tonight..
Nigga cock the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be
Nigga is real in the field..