KICK ASS!
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First Family!
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[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all
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M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all
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So these niggaz can't touch y'all
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FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all
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[Verse One: Billy Danze]
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Good evening, you contaminated semen
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I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)
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I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
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(Family) Disbelieving we're
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(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
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Yes yes y'all!
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I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song
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You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
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I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
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We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
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I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
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And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches
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As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
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It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve
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but I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)
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Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
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I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
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We appreciate the fake love
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Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son
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Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
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I'm bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!)
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When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero
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I'm not just a rap AR-tist
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I'm also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
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And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
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Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist
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(Now that's an artist!) I leave 'em left out
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with his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out
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(No doubt!) I still do the same thing
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Streey life is still a Fame game
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What you thought the game changed?
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I hang out and break day until the street lights go off
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Or the heat pipe go off (BOOM!)
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It's what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!)
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What's the sound when the steel pop? (BOOM!)
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Bitch! I will dismiss you
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You got issues, deal witcho issues
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I look 'em dead in the face, pop one in 'em
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and knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake
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I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all, and creep back through
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And if he's stretched I'm like yes yes y'all
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[Chorus x2]
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Stress Ya'll
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| M.O.P. |
