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Song title: M.o.p. - Salute Part Ii

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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. its
Hear its reality, this is our nature. its how we live.

[guru]

Now everybody on earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang starr, will billy danze and big slap
Word to laze, big schools and big gats
You didnt whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib thats laced
Primos breaks, activate the mental, thats all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, heres a cassette and why you
Question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I dont care what these beats my do
Well sun you, plus I see right through
Its 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 danze
Phony ass rappers ----> guru
Dead serious ----> ? ?
Finish em ----> lil fame
(is this hiphop) hell no this is war ----> billy danze
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty ----> lil fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: m.o.p.*

[billy danze]

Aiyyo, the games called surivival *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, Ive done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I aint mad at you
But I wish I wouldnt of had to do the shit I had to do
Its true, I would jump up in a bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(and I) notice ? colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of haddy and frank danze
I wont stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(its so amazin) ? ? ? ? pop shit
Like windy williams till you fuckers bury me
(who we be!) what, whats wrong, nigga?
(first family) come, come on, nigga!
(aint nothin cute) my niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the first family thugs, salute!

Chorus

[lil fame]

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.o.p., gang starr (damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if Im gettin paid (thats right)
And the shit gon benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the brownsville slugger (signing out)
Act like you know what Im about, salute!

Chorus

*premier scratches to fade*