M.o.p. - Salute Part Ii Lyrics
Yeah, they talkin about rap.We dont rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.Its not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. itsHear its reality, this is our nature. its how we live.[guru]Now everybody on earth wanna rap, we burnt all of thatKnocked off the game, and cold broke is spatGang starr, will billy danze and big slapWord to laze, big schools and big gatsYou didnt whip it right so pick up the paceWord to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the placeWord to hiphop, plus a crib thats lacedPrimos breaks, activate the mental, thats allWe got credentials galore, ***** a small vending tourYet, still, I be at the around-the-way spotsNear where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shotsAnd brave cops, protect the communityWhile corrupt cops, be harrasing you and mePullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighborsAskin for favors, heres a cassette and why youQuestion my behavior?Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quardI shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug barsI dont care what these beats my doWell sun you, plus I see right throughIts way it means to me and m.o.p.Just to get a rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, salute!Chorus:Holdin it down ----> billy danzePhony ass rappers ----> guruDead serious ----> ? ?Finish em ----> lil fame(is this hiphop) hell no this is war ----> billy danzeHeavy artillery, in my vicinty ----> lil fame*repeat, change 5th line to: m.o.p.*[billy danze]Aiyyo, the games called surivival *echoes* I admitAs a soldier, Ive done a lot of shitTo the so-called tough dude, I aint mad at youBut I wish I wouldnt of had to do the shit I had to doIts true, I would jump up in a bammaAnd travle miles of road to unload this hammer(and I) notice ? colors? when they glanceAt the baby boy of haddy and frank danzeI wont stress the blazinBut I will think about what size slug best for the occasion(its so amazin) ? ? ? ? pop shitLike windy williams till you *****ers bury me(who we be!) what, whats wrong, nigga?(first family) come, come on, nigga!(aint nothin cute) my niggas is ready to shootFor the love of the first family thugs, salute!Chorus[lil fame]Before you slit your wrist, *****, imagine thisM.o.p., gang starr (damn!) hazardousThugs that got love for this hiphop and shitMakin words rhyme at the same time poppin shitI used to go to jams, and drop grammarBefore I left niggas told me (boy take your hammer!)Sure nuff, shit got rowdyDumped off my first clip at a house partyI love this rap shit, though, the love is clearBut ***** the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother thereOnly if Im gettin paid (thats right)And the shit gon benefit the tradeI snatch a mic, turn it out, badEven have you smooth niggas *****in up yours shoes and your outfitI be, the brownsville slugger (signing out)Act like you know what Im about, salute!Chorus*premier scratches to fade*
