M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Move Something songtekst

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Now what the fuck is going on?
 You done started a war here now it's on here."

 Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl. (Uh) You know what I mean.
 Bizzy Womack back up in this motherfucker. (Firing Squad  nigga.)
 No I ain't went nowhere  nigga. Fucking with the best.
 (Oh yeah  to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass?
 (Firing Squad  nigga.) I know what the fuck I'm talking about.
 (Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga)

 Verse one: Lil Fame

 Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
 You done started a war here, now its on (YEAH)
 What the fuck, NIGGA?
 You thought you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
 I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
 I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
 Watch Fame squash em
 Look what I brought to ya
 And when I'm gone do ya
 Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH
 Keep deep focus, the locust of war raps
 Hard Fizzy Womack
 Set it off like them for Bronx
 (Borrow lives!) Roll this thug
 (Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
 Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
 Anaconda, wanna take me under
 For jealousy, Goddamn yo it makes me wonder
 But the path I follow been blessed
 From my certificate of like, to my. certificate of death

 Chorus

 Billy Danze: You gotta, do something, move something
 Try to make that shit more (Live for your dogs!)
 Lil Fame: Cause ain't nobody gonna rock that shit
 If it ain't got that raw (Vibe for your dogs!)

 Verse two: Billy Danze

 I bring this whole motherfucking world to a standstill
 William Danz-ini don't you know this man will?
 (Move on em!) D-yea take action
 (Step to em!) Straight blasting
 Ghetto predator slash retarded motherfucker
 Enables me to be one cold-hearted motherfucker
 Start it motherfucker (Come on) I leave no traces
 (Come on) Run up, I blow your ass back seven paces
 (Feel the pressure as we step in the place.)
 Pump one in your face
 (Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me, believe me
 One of them guys that specialize in (master illusions)
 Vanishing in the wind
 After commiting a sin
 Then, I'm laying low till another day
 As for your crew, I send them to you when I come through at the wake
 (That's right!) Them promise to always roll with you
 So nigga I'ma send they soul with you
 Get the fuck outta here!

 Chorus *Fame and Danze switch stanzas* *2X*

 Verse 3

 Lil Fame: Straight for casters
 For full blasters
 Survivers that dealt with disaster
 Master the plans that twist YA
 Cocks back, dismiss ya
 Aroused by this too-down militant militia
 Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap
 And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap
 You can't hide from death
 (Nah!) You'll be found with your neck in a noose
 stripped for you life, hung form ?scratch?

 Billy Danze: Now if I step up in your chest
 (Give you cardiac arrest!)
 Convert you into a mess
 (You been blessed!)
 (Damn!) I don't waste time
 I bust mine
 To splatter ya
 First of all, your small, your not even my calibre
 (So get up in they ass!)
 Niggaz, taking blasts
 (Aiyo lets take it to they ass!)
 Son, we gotta do this right
 (The Marksmen) From the Marx'
 Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs
 Leave you so called thugs laying in junk
 (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

 Chorus *2X*

 Spoken: Ha ha! Come on. Firing Squad, nigga.
 What'd ya say? What, what, what'd ya say?
 What, what, what ya say? What ya say?
 Goddamn in the mourning, nigga. Come on, ha ha!
 (Vibe for your dogs) Salute! (See you when I see you) *beat fades out
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Relativity

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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