Lirik Lagu Way Of The World - M.O.P.
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Aaaah. Fuck it,Fuck you,Come on! Ah
Chorus:M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)Billy Danze: Can't nobody changeThe way them thug niggaz do they thingM.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)Billy Danze: Can't nobody changeThe way em real niggaz play the game*repeat*
Verse One: Billy DanzeYo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide StaffNever the type to screw yaJust the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)It's a hundred situations ampin meThe block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family(Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?(Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through itWacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it(Hell ya) You know the street gameWelcome new players to these homicide layers to be slainLook both ways before you cross a niggaDecent families have lost a nigga, that came across a niggaHe knew wasn't havin shitHe seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click(Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basisAnd nickel M and M's may be pressed against your facesNobody cares if your mother cryThey don't a FUCK if your brother die(Don't give a fuck about you)
Chorus
Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to countBut it'll be a cold day in hellI would never change, my style or my profileOr the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*Why do fuckers, motherfuckerswanna fuck around with this livest shit?Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkableThe infinite, fizzy wo magnificentI know ya wanna see me deadSprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my headHollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songsCallin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)Fuck that! I send the goons out to get yaHit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit yaLEAVE EM DEAD STINKINAnd put your brains on the outsideto the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkinThis nigga can't change(Nah)This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)Never let em get the best of meI put the metal to your templeand catch the next plane to the West Indies
(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thingThis M.O.P. shit is for real, niggaY'all motherfuckers better recognize
Lil' Fame over chorus:
First Family, nigga.There's a concept behing that shitWe your family in the first motherfuckin placeTo all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, niggaGet the fuck out my face.Salute to all my true niggazMade you for life, nigga(That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit.)
Chorus:M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)Billy Danze: Can't nobody changeThe way them thug niggaz do they thingM.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)Billy Danze: Can't nobody changeThe way em real niggaz play the game*repeat*
Verse One: Billy DanzeYo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide StaffNever the type to screw yaJust the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)It's a hundred situations ampin meThe block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family(Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?(Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through itWacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it(Hell ya) You know the street gameWelcome new players to these homicide layers to be slainLook both ways before you cross a niggaDecent families have lost a nigga, that came across a niggaHe knew wasn't havin shitHe seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click(Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basisAnd nickel M and M's may be pressed against your facesNobody cares if your mother cryThey don't a FUCK if your brother die(Don't give a fuck about you)
Chorus
Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to countBut it'll be a cold day in hellI would never change, my style or my profileOr the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*Why do fuckers, motherfuckerswanna fuck around with this livest shit?Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkableThe infinite, fizzy wo magnificentI know ya wanna see me deadSprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my headHollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songsCallin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)Fuck that! I send the goons out to get yaHit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit yaLEAVE EM DEAD STINKINAnd put your brains on the outsideto the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkinThis nigga can't change(Nah)This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)Never let em get the best of meI put the metal to your templeand catch the next plane to the West Indies
(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thingThis M.O.P. shit is for real, niggaY'all motherfuckers better recognize
Lil' Fame over chorus:
First Family, nigga.There's a concept behing that shitWe your family in the first motherfuckin placeTo all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, niggaGet the fuck out my face.Salute to all my true niggazMade you for life, nigga(That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit.)
