[Intro]
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HAHAHAHAHA!
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Ha Firing squad nigga! Raise, motherfuckin Cain!
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(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
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Aiyyo.. hahahahaha
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[Verse One: Billy Danze]
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Look, I have suffered, severe trauma
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Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville
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with my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt
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I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it's) Berk'
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Present it, soldier style
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And the world's on my shoulders now
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I be fightin for my life on trial..
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.. simply because my daughter, has the world's warmest smile
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(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now
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Can't nobody stop me, block me or hold me down
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(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker
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(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
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(AHHHHHHHHH!) I'm a motherfucker
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(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
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We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES
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Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain't nuttin changed Duke
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Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)
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Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son
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[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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("What's on your mind this morning?")
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[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"]
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Klak klak!
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
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[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
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Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?
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(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on
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(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on
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With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on
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(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans
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You're the type of fool that I might pee on
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Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on
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I'm never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon
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I keep a gat in the stash, in case it's gon' be on
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Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)
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You're last when I cock back and I dump three on
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I put putholes through the door of his black Neon
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Please nigga, don't fuck around and get beat on
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Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure
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(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won't believe it
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It's the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)
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[Chorus]
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[Danze] Hear me though!
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[Fame] YEAH! (hey hey hey hey)
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[Verse Three: M.O.P.]
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[Fame] SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill
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[Will] SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack
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[Fame] WE'RE BACK! To irritate you niggaz (how's that?)
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[Fame] You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)
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[Fame] IN FACT! Check the pose
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[Will] Can't nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL
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[Fame] Round this motherfucker
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[Will] First Fam (not your average Joe)
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[Will] Still put it down (like we put it down befo')
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[Will] No (NAH) no!
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[Fame] Nigga hold weight
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[Will] Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)
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[Will] It's kinda ill yo
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[Fame] We rep the 'Ville so?
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[Will] Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro
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[Fame] It don't matter to me
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[Will] I'd rather it be
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[Fame] One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)
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[Fame] That's how it'll be
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[Will] You niggaz get no love in here
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[Fame] We stuck in the streets
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[Will] We'll keep it undercover here
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... c'mon! C'mon!
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("What's on your mind this morning?")
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[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"]
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Klak klak!
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("M - O - P!") ("Re-real niggaz, hit 'em with that Hilltop Flava")
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"]
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HAHAHAHA, yeah!
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Hilltop Flava (No SLeep 'Til Brooklyn)
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| M.O.P. |
