Lirik Lagu Salute Part II - M.O.P.
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"Yeah, they talkin about rap.""We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine.Its hear its reality, this is our nature.Its how we live."
[Guru]
Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of thatKnocked off the game, and cold broke is spatGang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big SlapWord to Laze, big schools and big gatsYou didn't whip it right so pick up the paceWord to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the placeWord to hiphop, plus a crib that's lacedPrimo's breaks, activate the mental, that's allWe got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tourYet, still, I be at the around-the-way spotsNear where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shotsAnd brave cops, protect the communityWhile corrupt cops, be harrasing you and mePullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighborsAskin for favors, here's a cassette and why youquestion my behavior?Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quardI shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug barsI don't care what these beats my doWe'll sun you, plus I see right throughIts way it means to me and M.O.P.Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
Chorus:
Holdin it downPhony ass rappersDead seriousFinish em(Is this hiphop) Hell no this is warHeavy artillery, in my vicinty*repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Billy Danze]
Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admitAs a soldier, I've done a lot of shitTo the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at youBut I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to doIt's true, I would jump up in a BammaAnd travle miles of road to unload this hammer(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glanceAt the baby boy of Haddy and Frank DanzeI won't stress the blazinBut I will think about what size slug best for the occasion(It's so amazin) ???? pop shitLike Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me(Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga?(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shootFor the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!
Chorus
[Lil' Fame]
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine thisM.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardousThugs that got love for this hiphop and shitMakin words rhyme at the same time poppin shitI used to go to jams, and drop grammarBefore I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)Sure nuff, shit got rowdyDumped off my first clip at a house partyI love this rap shit, though, the love is clearBut fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother thereOnly if I'm gettin paid (That's right)And the shit gon' benefit the tradeI snatch a mic, turn it out, badEven have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfitI be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)Act like you know what I'm about, Salute!
Chorus
[Guru]
Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of thatKnocked off the game, and cold broke is spatGang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big SlapWord to Laze, big schools and big gatsYou didn't whip it right so pick up the paceWord to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the placeWord to hiphop, plus a crib that's lacedPrimo's breaks, activate the mental, that's allWe got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tourYet, still, I be at the around-the-way spotsNear where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shotsAnd brave cops, protect the communityWhile corrupt cops, be harrasing you and mePullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighborsAskin for favors, here's a cassette and why youquestion my behavior?Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quardI shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug barsI don't care what these beats my doWe'll sun you, plus I see right throughIts way it means to me and M.O.P.Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
Chorus:
Holdin it downPhony ass rappersDead seriousFinish em(Is this hiphop) Hell no this is warHeavy artillery, in my vicinty*repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Billy Danze]
Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admitAs a soldier, I've done a lot of shitTo the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at youBut I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to doIt's true, I would jump up in a BammaAnd travle miles of road to unload this hammer(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glanceAt the baby boy of Haddy and Frank DanzeI won't stress the blazinBut I will think about what size slug best for the occasion(It's so amazin) ???? pop shitLike Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me(Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga?(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!(Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shootFor the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!
Chorus
[Lil' Fame]
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine thisM.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardousThugs that got love for this hiphop and shitMakin words rhyme at the same time poppin shitI used to go to jams, and drop grammarBefore I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)Sure nuff, shit got rowdyDumped off my first clip at a house partyI love this rap shit, though, the love is clearBut fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother thereOnly if I'm gettin paid (That's right)And the shit gon' benefit the tradeI snatch a mic, turn it out, badEven have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfitI be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)Act like you know what I'm about, Salute!
Chorus
