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f/ M.O.P.

My style's than a stereo
Fouler than the when I kill these fuckin rappers
then show up at the
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I y'all gone and
M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all
Here's my proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I kill the competition
Don't take it
gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my
I'm hurtin you
Got a gun, wit industry bullets
it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my will break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a
I make it hard so, only God could wake up man
'cause I do the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, like, fucking Jim Conway
leave no
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit presidents
what, motherfucker,

[HOOK: and M.O.P.]
Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and niggas wild
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
If you 'bout to die or you the trial
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

Danze]
Ayo let's do it for the
Where alotta homicides at
Where killers ride at, and OG's at
It's rugged son, I it son I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll find way to play
so don't mistake me for no rap
missin old dude is the old school
he by the old rules
and our pro-tools, is 38
The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is
How we get along
and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you bitch
we gotta get you gone, [chapter
William Danze
All disloyal should be shot in they back
once, and left [game over now]
You gon me how
what you thought would
when they me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the about it, all it can be is
L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!

You thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap
but when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, a wrap
for real, we straight it
Read my palms, you see chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we done dealt more drugs Genovese
made dope fiends outta school principals and
now all fucked up, career finished
got they ass noddin in front of the Methodon
We it all day, but it aint the Henny in me
It's that Brownsville wit a splash of trinny in me
All I need is a hammer, and a load
stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code
It's the M.O.P.! through your ghetto
rippin metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro
Listen up, y'all respect the criminal shit of these OG's
what's poppin

We can beef I don't give a
'cause if you kill me, I got that'll bend up your son
It's the most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me they invented the gun
To tell the truth I prefer the
'cause he physical
I go in your chest I show you how to murder
deep, I'ma kill your mother
and I care if I die
'cause all that mean is that I join my little brother
dog, I had a life
and I'm in love the pain
Thug in the game wit heroin and hard
Back to the guns the way I squeeze off off
leave a hole in your stomach, take a knees off
Face gets splattered around, too cops for the glock
fuck it dog, then I'm you down
don't you ask me happenin now
This a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

YOU DON'T TOUCH THIS
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim
YOU DON'T TOUCH THIS
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville and splash of trinny in me
YOU DON'T TOUCH THIS
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate inflate and the murder rate is strong
YOU WANNA TOUCH THIS