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f/ M.O.P.

My style's louder a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these rappers
then up at the burials
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all and
this M-16 is the only way to y'all
my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the
take it personal
gotta go to and if I come back and don't have my cash
then I'm you
Got a business gun, wit bullets
when it hit you guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my contact will up your man
I'm a gentleman, my a shake of a hand
I it hard so, only God could wake up your man
'cause I do the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim
no evidence
Fuck a dead man, when I can off the scene wit dead presidents
what, motherfucker,

[HOOK: and M.O.P.]
you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and that's 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 ass niggas that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

Danze]
Ayo do it for the hood
Where alotta homicides at
Where ride at, and OG's reside at
It's rugged son, I it son I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll find another way to
so don't me for no rap artist
old dude is from the old school
he by the old rules
and our pro-tools, is 38
The rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong
How could we get
and you doing this faggot shit, you faggot bitch
we gotta get you gone, [chapter
William songs
All disloyal guys be shot in they back
once, and left paralyzed [game over
You gon me how
what you thought happen
when they chained me to Fame and
You ask in the hood it, all it can be is
L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!

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

We can I don't give a fuck
'cause if you kill me, I got niggas that'll up your son
the world's most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they the gun
To tell the truth I the knife
'cause he nigga
I go in your chest I you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill mother
and I don't if I die
all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother
dog, I had a hard
and I'm in love the pain
Thug in the game wit heroin and white
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 what's now
aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

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