[Intro: w/ variations]
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[singing of "Oh", repeated in background of Intro]
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Yeah, nigga
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[laughing], yeah
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One time nigga, First Family
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Yeah, uh
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This one's a banger nigga
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Please believe it ain't fake
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Yeah, let's go
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[Chorus]
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All you wanna be G's, pants background
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We're back now, it's the legendary send up Murry
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No, cock and have locked down
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M.O.P. will eat on the block now
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If not we'll pop rounds
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Every since the family came, we've maintained
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A strange but a strong game
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[Billy Danze]
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And who's first up to bat, Fox
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[Sheritha Lynch]
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Excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don't confuse me
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with any other chick (CHICK), this is not my thing (THING)
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I was kinda pushed by Billy and Fame
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Ya'll know my work, I punch big bouncers in they faces
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Put grimy little bitches in they places
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My dogs is the aces, me renegade Queen of Spades
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This M.O.P. shit will never fade, be afraid
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(Billy Danze: Slow down Fox, your killin 'em)
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I did it again
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She ain't gotta know how to fight, she know how to win
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You know what (what?), ya'll niggaz pretend like thugs
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I know how to send, I know how to defend my love
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Look ya'll wanna run (run), go head and run (clear)
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(Not in our house), (send) (not about black) and
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Ya'll know what, ya'll niggaz ain't ready for this shit
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(nigga), Fox (Fox)
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze]
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Try to remember Danze (Danze) doin the unthinkable
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(FIRST FAMILY), we unsinkable
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(M.O.P.), outta the ordinary
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For cats that grip gats and sell back commisary
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The street's still lovin me
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But see the ode, still buggin me
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Cause I'm still Price Thuggery
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Fuck with me if you wanna
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I'm not reponsible for my actions, when I'm backed into a corner
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My love's up the hill, my heart's in the Ville
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I'll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner Bill
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I'm actually a nice guy, you see how I get down to
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I can be a little bit destructive when I want to
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It's the (WARRIORZ), always, all day
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These M.O.P. cats, back on the block to play
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You might wanna duck that little play thing, no it's just a flame
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You love it when we runnin where your playin, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame]
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You ungrateful bastards
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How many niggaz gotta fall off
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Before you realize that we all we got
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It's the M.O.Pizzo, where ya bo dizzo
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If it's yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo
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Givin it up to Biggie Smalls, last king of New York
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They underground but they all crack with New York
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Real G's, royalties of New York
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So niggaz get robbed in they own PJ's for bling bling in New York
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Look ya'll (ya'll) niggaz (niggaz) better recognize
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We still live for the N, yes for your exercise
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And break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump
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Better chill with the propaganda before I just start your throne
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I'm like a pitbull trained and programmed to kill
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Out on the prowl, cat huntin motherfucker so stop frontin
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Yo Big Fox tell 'em (they already know)
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And if you don't know, then your ass gonna learn
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[Chorus x2]
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[humming noise, mixed in with "oh" from the Intro]
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[Outro w/ variations: Talking]
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Nigga, oh oh, nigga
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Fuck what?
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What the fuck did you just put on
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Crack-O!
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Yeah, Crack-O
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M, dot, O, dot, P dot
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I will fuck you up nigga [laughing]
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YEA
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Wanna Be G's
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M.O.P. |