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M O P

my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin? I?m sayin

a scandal Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing

m makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah) See that's my destiny, although We know none of the wack niggas is touchin' me so... M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P

'm a legend in the town, now Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin

to double clutch revolvers Me and my own staff flaunt a different path I?m tryin' to dip shit minus in your highness The finest of kickin' half Honest to god, I?m

7-1-8 Brownsville, what the fuck you want niggaz? New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker Yeah M.O.P. for life Radio, niggaz

it (I want it) Slap, let him have it! Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete M.O.P.'s ready

the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again,

got nothing 2 lose What I got to lose when my pops is gone So many of my peers died that my heart been torn Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm