M.o.p. - Roll Call Lyrics
[intro]In the year 2000...{m-o-p} still bangin{firing squad!}{the last generation...}Hey, hey, hey, heyAll right let me brake it down one for time for youYou mother*****ersYo primo hold me down son, cuz we aint playin no mother*****in games[lil fame]***** the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.N-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-aAnd I spray a, its fizzy womack truck***** dont get in my way***** the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to traceFight along with the shell acesHoller if you hear meI turn your head into a skeleton skullAnd leave it hollow if you hear meI keep it funky, understand me sonI rock my timbs untied, I dont plan to runNiggas see lil fame creep thru the back streetWith my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seatWhat the ***** is this? your van damme flick, thats cuteBut Im hear to ***** up your day doYes (yes) yes (yes) yoI step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin[chorus: m.o.p. & teflon]International, bell ringer, ruckus bringerDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index fingerWe here with the whole squad, first family empireFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll callInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringerDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index fingerWe here with the whole squad, first family empireBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call[billy danze]Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?B-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)Back with a vengeance, listen mr. simmerBefore I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmerYall niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what its goin beJust make it loud and clearCome here nigga, I cant hear niggaIm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if Im sympatheticDont bet it, you should give me a little creditI grew up where its equivalent to none (none)Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkinAt ease soldier, its the untouchable type, that you likeWe burn pipes, its over[chorus][lil fame]I rip ya body on a nagamichi systemNigga feel me, I want my goonsStraight bumpin the tunes of makaveliHeaded to queens kid, bumpin some mean shitBumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit(first faaaaaaam) feel the premonition sonWe heavy metal, whats your love? (ghetto prisoners)Racka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother*****er[billy danze]Aiyo we live by the code of the streetsMove wit our peepsSince its hard to eat, we hardly sleepI put my life on the line every step of the wayIts for a good cause (for you and yours) of courseOkay, now that we establish thatNigga where the ***** that money atI know you got it, and I want it jackJust give me half of thatTake the other half and get yourself another packAnd Ill be back for that[chorus]
