[Lil' Fame]
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BRRRRRRRRRR!
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C'MON! YO! YO! C'MON, C'MON!
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It's the M, dot O dot P, ohh!
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M, dot O dot P, ohh!
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M, dot O dot P - FIYAHH! FIYAHH!
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It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me
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I'm Fitzroy nigga (WHAT) First Family
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Mo. P's, guns mo' bigga
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B.K. up in this bitch - WHAT NIGGA?
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"Stompdashitoutu!" Now that's whattup
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Just relax yourself pa, you don't wanna
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get yo' Mets hat twisted, get fo'-ifted
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Hot balls poppin, gettin forklifted
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[Billy Danze]
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I was a fiend; you can ask my Home Team
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Befo' I fell in love with the 'gnac I puffed green
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Always focused and double toasted
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When the shit pop off in the club we host it
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So now, y'all niggaz get down (LAY DOWN)
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And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and spit rounds
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Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P)
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Dot we drop hip-hop awkward, stompin
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[Chorus One: M.O.P.]
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Roll up your trees and PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Puff puff, pass, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
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Middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Yeah, middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
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Index fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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[Lil' Fame]
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Fuck y'all with RuPaul dick, in the middle of Times Square
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Get down or lay down, bitch boy, this our year
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Last summer we jammed but this summer we hittin
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Totin Bernie Macs for all y'all summa'mabiches
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In the hood where it's ugly (IT'S UGLY)
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I trip with the pen, fuck it just call me Iceberg Chubby
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The illest the realest Brownsvillest the shit'll never stop
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In Brooklyn - home of the pop glocks
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[Billy Danze]
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You can find me on the back block; e'rybody know me
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I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot
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I love to see the shorties with a lil' G in 'em
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It's like lookin in the mirror I see a lil' me in 'em
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Stop buggin the homey said dig 'em, I never dug 'em
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He disrespected this Family long enough so I slug him
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WARRIORZ! We earn our respect (SHIT!)
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We come through yo' projects with shiny objects
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[Chorus Two: M.O.P.]
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Now, fill your cups up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Lift your drinks up and PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
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Middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Yeah, middle fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
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Index fingers up, PUT IT IN THE AIR!
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[Jay-Z]
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You 'bout to witness the most intelligent ignorant shit
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you gonna hear in the miserable life that you livin
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I hope that you diggin it
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I ain't no dif-fer-ent from any nigga livin in the hood
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whose attitude is "I wish a nigga would"
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Your fam might as well kiss you goodbye, they'll miss you for good
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No more Mr. Nice Guy, listen to the hook
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(PUT IT IN THE AIR!) Homey I'll put you in the air
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Feel the fury of a feather trigger nigga if you near
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The I gets sparked, Allah-u Akbar
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can't even save you I will break you what you high on puff?
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I kill niggaz with my own thoughts
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Yeah I'm guilty as charged, nigga it's my own fault
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Homey you walkin through hell with nylon socks
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My nine pump cough
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I'll make you wind up in the basement with DJ Satan
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Your boy got the crown nigga, my replacement ain't been born yet
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Y'all realize this ain't a song yet?
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[Chorus Two]
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[Outro: Lil' Fame]
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[SCREECHING] Yeah, YEAH! (Put it in the air)
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YEAH!!! (Put it in the air)
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YEAH!!!!! (Put it in the air)
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Ha! (Put it in the air)
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MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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Hahahahahahahah, ohh
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Yeah!
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Put It In The Air
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M.O.P. |