[Chorus: Billy Danze]
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Nobody told me it was (SHARKS) in the water
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So I'm a fuck around and spit (SPARKS) through the water
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It's frigidly cold and (DARK) in the water
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And I don't wanna hear when a (SHARK) in the water bitch
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ONE TIME for my niggaz in the background
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TWO TIMES for my niggaz that don't back down
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(You gotta stay in the pocket playin this cold game)
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Fuck procedures nigga we gon' do our own thang
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[Lil' Fame:]
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That nigga Mighty Joe Young back to loc' again; y'all niggaz better calm down
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'fore I give your motherfuckin chest a grand opening
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Now who's next up to bat? To get clapped
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When the heat bang go 'head your brains leakin through your hat
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I'm a do it like a G though, nigga you know the steelo
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Hit with a torpedo, stripped like Carlito
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Hit yo' ass in broad daylight like Mark Chapman
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Did John Lennon from the Beatles, here's a fresh tuxedo
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Get tucked 6 feet below, you get greeted with roses
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And obituary cards for your people (NO WARNING)
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You don't wanna know what the fuck that's like (IT'S NO WARNING)
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Now you know you done fucked up right?
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I got that old Fame back, chrome thang strapped, Home Team strapped
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And this whole thang for the Home Team map, yes sir
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F'realla, buck buck, f'realla, BLAM BLAM
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Cap pealer motherfucker, blood spiller (NIGGA!)
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze:]
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Fuck procedures nigga, I do my own shit
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You saw what G's I run with, I spit my own clips
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I get my own chips, I make my own hits
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I chrome my own 6, I bought my own bitch
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I'm on my own dick! In my opinion
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Ain't nobody fuckin with Danze the man's sick AND
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Shake your pom poms, and protest up out
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Who you niggaz feel is the best; me I'm a stomp on!
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So ONE TIME for my niggaz in the background
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From the door the treacherous nigga we back down
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I'm anxious to see how you motherfuckers act now
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VROOM VROOM VROOM VROOM... how does that sound?
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CRUCIAL! Hot E's through your P's
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With some, shit up my sleeves that'll put you at ease
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It's the world famous M.O.P., we rugged rough sayin
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M.O.P., we gon' do our own thang
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame:]
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Shit I'm back where Tupac fell off the roof, I got the +Juice+ niggaro
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You man whore fuck bitch, +Deuce Bigalow+
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You ain't a she or a he, you a shit rewind
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When Fame spit it, you ain't fuckin with him, shit
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I'll be around, you can find me where the dogs be at
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With more motherfuckin machines than a laundromat
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[Billy Danze:]
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Once again from the hilltops
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It's your boy Bill and boy do the boy Bill rock (the homey's so in)
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The homey's so real, the true school'll pass over
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Any one of you fake slitherin ass cobras
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Send every one of them snakes and I'll rattle 'em soldier
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And knock potholes in your Rover, you vulture
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[Chorus]
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Sharks In The Water
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| M.O.P. |
