*featuring M.O.P.
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I'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no
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I'm not trying to give you no advice
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(Hovie's home)
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I don't plan to be (New addition to the roc) no philosopher
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But I still know this is the life Baby Baby
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[Jay-Z]:
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You gotta let this one breathe, just
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Just let it breathe for a sec
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Yup, Hovi's home
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Newest edition to the Roc
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M.O.P.
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The Blueprint 2 is on its way
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I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin'
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Let's go get 'em just
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[Lil Fame]
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Time to duck, fire
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Duck, fire, duck, fire
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Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!
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(U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
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It's the MOP (Yes)
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In a zip-code that's
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1, 1, 2, 3, 3
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And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
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I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
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From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
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(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
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We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
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Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
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These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
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Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
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Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
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A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
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(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards
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To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
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Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
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No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
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(The game aint changed)it just got harder
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Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
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Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
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Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
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[Billy Danze]
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Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
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Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
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That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
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And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
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The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
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(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
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It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
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In this family we'll rule the world
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And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
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A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
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So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
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I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
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I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
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(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
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(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
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When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
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For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK
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[Jay-Z]
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WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
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Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
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Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
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Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
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Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
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One body, two body, three body, four
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Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
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Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll
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For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
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And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive
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Just add another million to these verses
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One million, two million, three million, four
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And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose
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My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
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So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
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And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
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Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
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Let's get it!
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U Don't Know (Remix)
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