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M.O.P. - World Famous lyrics
World... world... world... world..." Whattup? Aight? Whattup whattup whattup niggy? It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) doin our thang Recruitin and salutin real niggaz like Wu bang (salute!) Billy Danze hard to notice when I'm mellow Makin moves smoother than Jimmy Fingers in Good fellow Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin you, blastin you, takin your stash from you Internat-ional, bell ringa ruckus bringa (Downtown Swinga) exercisin my index finga Sayin 'Whassup?' to the people that though we'd desert em "Hardcore" was raw but we got more to hurt em Firing Squad all up in your district (last album was foul) but yet some missed it, bet they gon' get with this shit (Who's in the house?) It's the last generation Real ill niggaz from the field you'll be facin Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how ya like us now? (Bucka-Bucka-Bla-Blucka-Bla-Blucka-Bucka-BLAOW!) It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give villains Vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt The M (BLAOW) O (BLAOW) P still bangin What's strange ain't nuttin changed, them bells still rangin You wanna be drug dealing, fuck killing, wack rappers are foul And plus that shit you talk is out of bounds Ask yourself is you ready for action packed in Gettin blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in I'm outspoken, niggaz Language is Broken Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promotin See me knowin me G I drop physical science This lethal rap appliance'll fuck up your whole alliance This is the way we BRING THINGS, check out how we SWING THINGS M.O.P. be having shit jumping way up in Sing-Sing A new star is born, peace to Teflon I'ma blow up the East when we release the bomb It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* Same niggaz got my back and Still blue steel we're packin Same hardcore raps and still focused on makin it happen, WHATTUP? They wanna see us tell em hold on M.O.P. is back and, that's one to grow on The four pound move, rugged rounds that down fools Rough enough to make the whole fuckin ground move Representin and it ain't playin War Games With nuttin to lose I put him on snooze and blow out his brains (Lil' Fame!) Kick back and watch how it go down We here so beware, prepare for the throwdown Crooklyn Crooks, is the ones that blew em We live in it so I'ma give it to em Bring it to em raw (that's how you bring it) Bring it to em raw (let the real nigga swing it) Bring it to em raw Give it to em ruff rugged and fat Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X* It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin house?) NO QUESTION! *repeat 2X |
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