M.o.p. - O.c.m.o.p. - Sözleri

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out



Verse one: O.C.



Now check this motherfucking capo right here

Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip

We gon' jam when its time to blast!

Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass

We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops

I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on

I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit

With this ten-man clique

Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit

And if you ever think it can't happen to you

You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes

I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw

I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR

Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever

To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever

With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot

To 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 holdup

MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole 

up

This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude

I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude

(Try to act rude) Play the mascott

With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got

Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real

That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill

That whole shit was animation, immitation

When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration

Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation

Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION

Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s 

Flippin 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 head

Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread

(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone

So the balance that I wrote like, we're taking on

Put the rest of that shit in the bag

I 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 destiny

I 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 danly

Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)

Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even

I'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










		
			



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