[Intro]
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In the year 2000...
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{M-O-P} still bangin
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{Firing Squad!}
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{The last generation...}
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Hey, hey, hey, hey
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All right let me brake it down one for time for you
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You motherfuckers
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Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games
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[Lil' Fame]
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Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
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N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
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And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck
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Bitch don't get in my way
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Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
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Fight along with the shell aces
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Holler if you hear me
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I turn your head into a skeleton skull
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And leave it hollow if you hear me
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I keep it funky, understand me son
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I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run
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Niggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street
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With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat
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What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute
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But I'm hear to fuck up your day do
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Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
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I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin
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[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
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Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
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Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer
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Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
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Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call
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[Billy Danze]
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Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
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B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
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Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
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Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
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Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be
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Just make it loud and clear
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Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga
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I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
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You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic
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Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit
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I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)
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Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
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Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin
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At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
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We burn pipes, it's over
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame]
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I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system
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Nigga feel me, I want my goons
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Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli
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Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit
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Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit
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(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son
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We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
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Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker
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[Billy Danze]
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Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
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Move wit our peeps
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Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep
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I put my life on the line every step of the way
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It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
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Okay, now that we establish that
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Nigga where the fuck that money at
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I know you got it, and I want it Jack
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Just give me half of that
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Take the other half and get yourself another pack
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And I'll be back for that
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[Chorus]
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Roll Call
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| M.O.P. |
