M.o.p. - Face Off Lyrics
[billy danze]Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)I no longer wanna press them situations wronglyThey say that a mans life, gon be what its gon beSo I switched the game around, and now its on me(you control your destiny) you niggaz keep testin meLike you want me to show you how messy a mess can be(youre still a bang-banger) one of saratogas finest? ? ? ? attention now (? ? ) makin your highness..Yo bill, whatd you stop for man, whatd you stop for?Teach em, tell em how you feel!As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar todayI think back about cats, that have passed awayThats why I feel more cursed than blessedAnd I wonder what in this world, more worse than stressIm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesseSometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chestI smoke too many ciggarettes; and the remi wontWash away the pain or get, strain off my brainSee its the way, we, roll down here, stroll down hereA shootout, is like a common cold out hereThats why I sit back and I laugh at yallWhen its crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at yallIm from saratoga avenue, I +had+ to brawlIts where I realized its a cold world, after allYou hear me talkin to ya? Im on some grown danze shit(youll be comin of age) my life is on a different page;Able to tame my rageA little bit different from the first time I picked up a gaugeA little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stageTake a look at me now; a born winnerIn a race against time, like bruce jennerA natural born sinner, cant nobody tame me, or change me(for no reason at all hes angry, hell) kill again!{*beat changes*}[lil fame]You are now tuned in to the works of martTake two steps back its gon hurt you pah!Who the ***** talkin that they gon hurt jamal?This aint no diamond-studded rapper, its the lover-stutter-slapperUnpretty type rapper, gritty type rapperFo-five semi-automatic pipe clapperWith them o.g.s in it, please dont get your shit twistedLike bamboo with no trees in itFall back, mother*****er you cant beat meIts the womack, the extension of danziniWe came into the game with some change for (? ? ) fearTwo phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beerNow look at him, they hittin the scene slowWho grindin, who thieves, but Im lookin mean yoWith a gangster lean though, big dog in itWith my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep em clean doeI know the pros and cons so I married the gameNow its mommys little boy left to carry the nameIm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filledDouble (? ? ), who the ***** gon stop fame?Yall niggaz keep waitin til they pop fameAnd hold your breath while you wait *****, I got gameNiggaz aint feelin the fame *****? stop dreaminIm the shit that felt good comin out of my pops semenHit the streets and thug with meNo matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you cant ***** with meToo many dick riders thats quick to go blaowBut look *****, ima let you know nowYou *****in with thugs, what the ***** you think this was?Im what you want me to be, stop *****in with meCause Im a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea)Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fireWhy dont i-ah, dump back at your menIts m.o.p. and we at it again, ah-heh!I aint clappin over your headIma make sure I pop somethin through yaGivin mother*****ers ulcers with leadHave your parents and the pastor huddled over your bedMay the lord be with you, game over, youre deadMother*****er!
