M.o.p. - Facing Off Lyrics
Come on, come onRap dudes, lets rapRap dudesYeah, (laughing)Yeah, come on mother*****aYea I gave ya a hour niggaBut now I want my shit backBring it to ya assFizzy wo mack, l.a.Im a continue to bring it to ya assMother*****a[lil fame]Welcome me back ***** nigga, its the rapper dude (slash)No actor dude (brownsville), snap a dudeYou listen to gun shots pop, its murder capitolWe all for one boy, where them young boys clappin youAnd thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at youAnother nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dudeB-boys employed decoys, just to trap a foolAny and every individual, this can happen tooWe move on niggas, rip twos on niggasCuz aint no tellin what them fellas aboutI remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubtsBack up off me, soft me, spit ten then Im outSilly mother*****as gettin carried awayBut they ***** around with fame and get carried awayCuz Im a nigga of the earth, nigga of seaNigga of the sky, the fire, m.o.p.Im a front big willie, like Im runnin this gameWhat I can play, lil fame like a motha*****aSay why ya rollin, Im patrolin, man God on steelWho the ***** you think you are nigga? ron oneal? (***** outta here)All I really need is respect, thats what Im mention for (*****)What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo?And when it jump off dont ask did he knowBecause he knows who the ***** I am, fizzy woeMagnificent, baby[beat changes]Firing squadOne of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas illestMy niggasYou know my steez nigga, you know my steezM.o.p., fizzy woe[billy danze]Yo Im a brownsville native junior, Im talkin born and raisedThats where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze(first family) suffer for days (come on)And we inheritin them criminal waysI survive with a fist full of hopes and dreamsAnd a hand full of niggas that I call upon teamBy the time I was thirteen (thirteen)I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves babyIts like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line(soldier boy) rapid fire the greatest of all timeWe em dance, waitin for shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga)I done made plans - 96% of this world dont know I exist;Thats why my point is gettin missedI walks with my brother mike sone, as I stroll thru the ghettoAnd the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros[laughing]NiggaHa ha*several alarms heard*
