歌手:Memphis Bleek
专辑:《M.A.D.E.》

作曲 : M. Thurston Cox
CheahKnow what this s*it sound like right ******?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it *****, don't be scared *****
My ****** is wit' me, we focused man, yeah
Get low in the building, y'know, *****
Let's do it, c'mon, yo
It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, *****
You could pass me to baby's zoo
One shot'll turn a ***** face into baby food, blah
Get it clear, now why they lookin' for
SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here
I got a few in my hood
In case a ***** ever get the feelin' and he think that he could
Or would, pull sket on me
I could show you first hand what's a felony
And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing
I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming
This is not not, no, no, motherf****ng game
Entertain you motherf****rs is not why
I cameIt's
R.O.C. and
M.O.P.I wipe floors wit' little ****** for f****n' wit' my team
My ***** think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest
MCBut yo big, tell god
I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a *****
When he threw it he missed, the niceset
MCs is right here
Why the **** you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2-
Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and c**k in your palm
Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2-
Pac costume on
First of all, y'all ****** gon' need more songs
This M.O.P. ***** we put it down
Motherf****rs trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a ***** be 'bout
But if I told ya,
I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
And the death of my mother you'd probably think
I'm crazy as ****
Rumor has it that
I'm half past the seventh hour
Naw *****,
I'm a quarter to eight,
M.O.P.Now let me clear this up for you youngun,
Bill still comin'
The Ville still gunnnin'
Runnin' I come from the
Browns where ****** don't play fair
It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there
Put me in a position to blast
I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fis*in' for bass
So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you
To small pieces and
FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
We hold fort, we don't give a **** about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s*it out you
Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the s*ine'
Cuz every step along the line
I'ma take mine, *****
In '87, I started my career
I'll jump back and get it goin' this year
I live my life, in crime time *****
And that's about the size of it