M.o.p. - Brooklyn / Jersey Get Wild (feat. Treach) Lyrics
Chorus: TreachTill death do us, can't move usWe can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matterHoller if you hear this, realnessThugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackinsteal shit[Billy Danze]Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]Raised hell to alot of different degreesAnd we have the Constitution of Rights to bear armsTo flare arms, whenever we fear harmIt's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it rightIf you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldierI'm like fish scale, without the pedastoolCome to teach the new school, true school jewelsI'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dudeI makes my own mother*****in rulesSo what's it gonna be, let me knowBucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you goAnd we foul to eliminate these habitsAnd the best way is to eliminate these faggotsAll disrespect attendedTo anybody who may be affended, by the way I representedAnd I'm no stranger, to dangerDance with a strange man in a field with angerNow ain't that ghetto, for ya***** sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll mutha*****asChorusHook: TreachTill death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to usWe'll be stompin *****es till they shoot us, get wild*repeated*[Lil Fame]Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fireBanned for the kicked down door for my whole empireRapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alotTook alot, never took a shotGod forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reasonTry to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'Reminisce on them feels I was
