M.o.p. - G Building Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh[lil fame]Im back and Im stuck up in this ***** [who dat? ]Me ***** [who dat? ]The brooklyn thug, what the ***** you see *****?Im known for regulatin this game, ***** a criticCuz when Im spittin, ima split your shititWhen I aim, yo you try to get a nameBut aint, provin a thangIm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]Now who the lame that wan tango with lil fameStep in the ring and Ill break yo ass up like mills lane[aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!] how you like me now?That *kool moe p* shit, nigga, put it downYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loudWhen that ***** start to holla, nigga do childMade the church people on your block wanna move outI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool outWhy? cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waistWe dont say put your hands up, niggas stand upYou gotta get it, cuz you now listenDump off your body ? til your whole family die fishin?The street mayor, ghetto street playaHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare***** the fame!, I agree ***** the fameBut I got four words for ya, dont ***** with fameCuz Im a machine gun kelley, clappa dudeWrite my name across your belly, drdrdrdrdrdrdrdr yap a dude!Aint no escapin these streets Im raised inIts so amazin, we still blazinAint no savin yo ass from hell raisinThey be strippin your cantelope off the pavementWit yo wig split in half and your chest caved inSo walk on the green, ima cut yo ass down if you walk in betweenSo listen up and hear me boy, Im the american [slash!] pretty boyHook:First fam, ridiculousViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bustThem false dudes cant get wit usHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too roughFirst fam, ridiculousFools try to move but them fools cant get wit usCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,Mashin!![billy danze]I done figured it out [whats that? ]They dont want us to shine [true]You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my ironI still got it, for when Im facin situations like thisYou dissin? Im hittinListen, is it me or the industry to understandIm a whole different breed of manBill danze, brownsville, bronxAnd Im servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [aaaaaaahhh!!]What! who gon tame meIm a back block nigga and cant, nobody change meYou can look at me strangelyKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, dont blame meFirst family trainee, take whats mine99 is my time to shine, thats that[take it easy] ***** that, Im ready yoI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radioFizzy wo, [suckas never played us]They cant fade us, they hate us, they anusIn fact when you touch em face to face, they stay in they placeThey know Im slayed up from the right side left five in one fistShutup! shutup! now you wanna show loveYou hear the soft music in the background its your brain on slugsNow, its a dirty job but somebody gotta do itSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [fire!!]Hook
