Lirik Lagu O.C.M.O.P. - M.O.P.
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Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out
Verse one: O.C.
Now check this motherfucking capo right hereMash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clipWe gon' jam when its time to blast!Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your assWe done played the background, ay-yo all my peopsI'm naming names, fuck it, it's onI'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shitWith this ten-man cliqueWho don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hitAnd if you ever think it can't happen to youYou might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoesI ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass rawI flipped the word around, nigga, this means WARYo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map foreverTo Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whateverWith Mike, go get the guns when its time to shootTo Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE(Come on)
Chorus:
Flatbush *cut and scratched*--Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)"Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"*cut and scratched*--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Verse two: Lil' Fame
I used to roll 'em, this is a holdupMAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swoleupThis game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dudeI'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude(Try to act rude) Play the mascottWith your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass gotClap, shot the body, I'm keeping it realThat cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the HillThat whole shit was animation, immitationWhen I shipped that ass on out, like immigrationWays of Emancipation, ProclamationConstitutional rights, the LAST GENERATIONYour facin, M.O.P., O.G.'sFlippin this track with O.C.Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!
Chorus
Verse three: Billy Danze
Hot damn! Danze shot your headFull cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were goneSo the balance that I wrote like, we're taking onPut the rest of that shit in the bagI would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destinyI only got love for the thugs that's next to me(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill*pause* I told ya, I'm real!And I've been doing a double danlyEveryone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be evenI'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing
Verse one: O.C.
Now check this motherfucking capo right hereMash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clipWe gon' jam when its time to blast!Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your assWe done played the background, ay-yo all my peopsI'm naming names, fuck it, it's onI'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shitWith this ten-man cliqueWho don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hitAnd if you ever think it can't happen to youYou might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoesI ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass rawI flipped the word around, nigga, this means WARYo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map foreverTo Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whateverWith Mike, go get the guns when its time to shootTo Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE(Come on)
Chorus:
Flatbush *cut and scratched*--Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)"Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"*cut and scratched*--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Verse two: Lil' Fame
I used to roll 'em, this is a holdupMAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swoleupThis game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dudeI'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude(Try to act rude) Play the mascottWith your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass gotClap, shot the body, I'm keeping it realThat cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the HillThat whole shit was animation, immitationWhen I shipped that ass on out, like immigrationWays of Emancipation, ProclamationConstitutional rights, the LAST GENERATIONYour facin, M.O.P., O.G.'sFlippin this track with O.C.Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!
Chorus
Verse three: Billy Danze
Hot damn! Danze shot your headFull cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were goneSo the balance that I wrote like, we're taking onPut the rest of that shit in the bagI would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destinyI only got love for the thugs that's next to me(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill*pause* I told ya, I'm real!And I've been doing a double danlyEveryone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be evenI'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing
