[M.O.P.]
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Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
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[Lil' Fame]
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Take minks off! Take thangs off!
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Take chains off! Take rings off!
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Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
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(Ante Up!) E'rything off!
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Fool what you want? We stiflin fools
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Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
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The rules (smack 'em down) next thing (clap 'em down)
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Respect mine we Brooklyn bound (bound!) now (now!)
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[Billy Danze]
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Brownsville! Home of the brave
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Put in work in the street like a slave...
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Keep a rugged dress code, always in the stress mode
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(That sh*t gon' send you to your grave) So?
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You think I don't know that? (BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that!
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(BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that! (BLAOW!) N#%GA hold that!
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From the street cousin, you know the drill
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I'm nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou' short of a mill'
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[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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Ante Up! Yap that fool!
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Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
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[Danze] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
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[Danze] Get up off them G#d damn diamonds - HA!
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Ante Up! (Oh!) Yap that fool! (Oh!)
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Ante Up! (Oh!) Kidnap that fool!
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Get him (get him) get him!
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Hit him (hit him) hit him!
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Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
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[Lil' Fame]
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Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
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Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
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You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
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Goons comin up outta the cut for your goods and they all should
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Ante Up! Yap that fool!
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You want big money, kidnap that fool!
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If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
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Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
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[Billy Danze]
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The eighty-seven stick up kids (what you n#%gaz sayin?)
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Get the f#%k up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
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It's flash that thang time (bang) bang time
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Ante Up! N#%ga, it's game time
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Hand over the ring, kick over the chain
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Gimme the f#^in watch before I pop one in your brain
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Stop playin these childish games with me
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Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, n#%ga!
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame]
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I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
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Get back down, make your ass a mac sprayer hater
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Things that we need, money, clothes, weed - indeed
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Hats food booze - essentials, credentials
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Code of the streets, omens of creep
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Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
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Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets
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It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
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[Billy Danze]
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Yeah N#%ga Danze, gave you a chance
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Cause I blast your man, I'm in the wrong?
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He said he was strong - I had reason to believe
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he had some s$^t up his sleeve all along (so?!)
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F#%k you Your Honor! Check my persona
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I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana
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I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!)
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'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord!
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[Chorus]
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ANTE UP!
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Robbin' Hoodz
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| M.O.P. |
