M.o.p. - Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'til Brooklyn) - Sözleri

 HAHAHAHAHA!

 Ha Firing squad nigga! Raise, motherfuckin Cain!

 (Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)

 Aiyyo.. hahahahaha



 

 Look, I have suffered, severe trauma

 Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville

 with my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt

 I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it's) Berk Present it, soldier style

 And the world's on my shoulders now

 I be fightin for my life on trial..

 .. simply because my daughter, has the world's warmest smile

 (M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now

 Can't nobody stop me, block me or hold me down

 (KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker

 (BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!

 (AHHHHHHHHH!) I'm a motherfucker

 (BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!

 We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES

 Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain't nuttin changed Duke

 Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)

 Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son



 

 ("What's on your mind this morning?")

 

 Klak klak!

 

 



 

 Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?

 (HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on

 (Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on

 With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on

 (TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans

 You're the type of fool that I might pee on

 Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on

 I'm never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon

 I keep a gat in the stash, in case it's gon' be on

 Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)



 You're last when I cock back and I dump three on

 I put putholes through the door of his black Neon

 Please nigga, don't fuck around and get beat on

 Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure

 (WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won't believe it

 It's the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)



 



  Hear me though!

  YEAH! (hey hey hey hey)



 

  SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill

  SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack

  WE'RE BACK! To irritate you niggaz (how's that?)

  You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)

  IN FACT! Check the pose

  Can't nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL

  Round this motherfucker

  First Fam (not your average Joe)

  Still put it down (like we put it down befo')

  No (NAH) no!

  Nigga hold weight

  Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)

  It's kinda ill yo

  We rep the 'Ville so?

  Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro

  It don't matter to me

  I'd rather it be

  One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)

  That's how it'll be

  You niggaz get no love in here

  We stuck in the streets

  We'll keep it undercover here



 ... c'mon! C'mon!

 ("What's on your mind this morning?")

 

 Klak klak!

 ("M - O - P!") ("Re-real niggaz, hit 'em with that Hilltop Flava")

 

 

 HAHAHAHA, yeah!

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