M.o.p. - Brooklyn/jersey Get Wild Lyrics
Chorus: treachTill death do us, cant move usWe can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it dont 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 mcs [sho nuff]Raised hell to alot of different degreesAnd we have the constitution of rights to bear armsTo flare arms, whenever we fear harmIts near [yeah, clack clack], keep it rightIf you pro gang, you dont belong around here soldierIm like fish scale, without the pedastoolCome to teach the new school, true school jewelsIm never followin them fools, Im a real stand up dudeI makes my own mother*****in rulesSo whats 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 Im no stranger, to dangerDance with a strange man in a field with angerNow aint 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 usWell 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 anReminisce on them feels I was bringinSpark up a l, while you got the m.o.p. shit banginListen to the words of a nigga, represent thatYou see I really meant that, for the memories I left backLil fame never was a shady ass niggaWhen it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass niggaSo when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me[fizzy woe mack] that was my niggaChorus[treach]You did ya hit you had to do mostFive minutes and you goComin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumoDoin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtisAnd sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mixSnakes quit, I flip up flops and ***** flowsI ***** up ya fun and they dont care who the ***** knowsIm sutile followed and find and *****ed upBefore I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truckMy pump what, so pump up tracks belack backRoll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack actJerseys on the map for car jacks and gat smacksIm on the map for bringin the ***** outta niggas on waxWhat, with m.o.p.(several names and shit shouted out)ChorusHookYea, salute, salute
