M.o.p. - Follow Instructions Lyrics
{*premier* look nigga, you know the name..}{where we from nigga? 718}{brooklyn! - m plus o plus p!}Cmon cmon, c-c-cmon!{m plus o plus p!}[lil fame]Check it out nowAll games aside, all lames asideIm a rebel, with all games combinedAll things in lineI aint heard of yall, Im from murder marchOne of the illest spitters with a verbal barkYo where your burners at?Fizzy wo will raise the heat like a thermostatDont get the man vexed, youll get scratched, prontoBill and fame make magic like premier and, eddie sancho(yo where you been kid? ) I dont know, gettin ready for warParlayin with ebony and kwaFoes wanna surround me with jealousy and warBut dem nah worry me, what you wan bury me for?Im tired of fools askin meIf m.o.p. stand for monkeys on paroleAnd how many copies did the first albumM.o.p.: to the death sold?And if how about some hardcore went gold?What up with these r&b cats nowadaysRockin doo-rags with braids (they *****ed up now)Singers wanna be gangsters, gangsters wanna be rappersBut fizz is gonna be famester, famesters gonna be slapperI been doin this pahI done stuffed tissue in the top of a tapeJust to record marley marl(its the firing squad) yo (jump) yo (jump)(first family) for the two (oh) oh (ohhhhh)Chorus: m.o.p.[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[billy danze]Hey yo they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wildI made twenty dollars, and they callin it a mistrialNow Im a suspect that play by his own rulesAnd most dudes cant fit in my shoesThe world needs to know its only one william danziniYou synthetic-ass niggaz cant see me (nope)You plexiglass-ass niggaz cant be meYou generic-ass nigga wont believe me(weve been trained by the old code)Talk while you unload (? ? ? )I try to keep it tight, but I cant sleep at nightCause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lightsIm still sufferin from alcohol abuseAnd any beef I ever had, I never called a truce(damn nigga you loose) Im just meIm sick of tellin you dudes, so (what its gon be)Who put them hammers to use now (m.o.p.)Its what the ghetto produce yo (first family)Im a predicate, you niggaz is delicateAll that bullshit you talkin is irrelevantI am devil sent (blow em down)All the way live mother*****er on some rebel shitI make it tragic, when I rapdily (fire!!)(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck) bastard!Chorus: m.o.p.[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! [f] crews, listen!Who, is it? [f] move (bounce!)[b] first family [f] move (bounce!)[f] now heres what I want yall to do, for me[b] follow instructions! .. (for me)[b] follow instructions! .. (for me)[b] follow instructions! ..Hahahahaha, nigga! nigga!Hahahahaha..
