M. O. P. lyrics

[f] mash ’em out [d] no doubt [f] mash ’em out [d] no doubt [f] mash ’em out [d] no doubt [f] mash ’em out [d] no doubt [f] top of the line, for your mind [d] niggaz hit the floor [f] move it out, move it out [d] m.o.p.’s raw [lil’ fame] Get the fuck out the way I’m bringin the drama to nuccas I got my foot in the door Now it’s time to tear the hinges off the motherfucker Yeah, my name is on the map like that My shit is fat like that, because I put it on dat like dat This is the best son, there’s no suggestion Is m.o.p. in the motherfuckin house? (no question!) Rappers be singin it but don’t really be bringin it M.o.p. is roughnecks and we got nuff techs Chump, you ain’t no threat cause we are the same niggaz That used to rob you for your fuckin summer youth check In ninety-two I brought the ruckus But now in ninety-three (ring ding) ring ding motherfuckers! (uhh) I’m blowin up your spot, makin it hot, leavin ’em in a lot So when you throwin elbows, I’m throwin shots All my niggaz that’s with me (get your maskes out) And if I really want drama (your ass is out) Come with it, m.o.p. is undefeated And you better wear your vest muh’fucker you gon’ need it I bu-bu-break ’em down, get up (whattup nigga? ) I got ’em all from the ’ville ready to pull the trigger It’s the l-i, l-f, a-m-e (b-i-l-l-y, d-a-n-z-e) M.o.p., tellin all herbs the time (it’s the mash out posse) yeah, top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out [f] top of the line [d] move it out move it out.. [billy danze] Top of the line (yeah nigga) rugged never smooth (m) fuckin (o) fuckin (p) on the move.. .. billy danzeini will rock well Fatter than a fat bitch and madder than all hell Aight potnah? bitch nigga, shotgun Blaow! ya little punk motherfucker Don’t underestimate, the style of the great You brothers that waited so long no longer have to wait (yeah) never reject me, my home team protect me Laze hit me with blaze and silver d select me Herbs been flowin with wack tracks for years They don’t scare the fierce you niggaz can’t compare So where we at? (we up in this) where? (we up in this) yeah! (so let them niggaz know we in here) Billy danzeini shippin you home With two in your dome, you herbs can’t get a bone I’m affiliate with motherfuckers way in rome And check it right, I call a meetin, somebody cheatin You niggaz that thought it was somethin sweet, I caught you sleepin Get stupid if you want static, and we’ll go at it Cross me, and that’ll force me to let you have it Herbs be frontin like they got somethin Back it up, motherfucker cause danzeini will got at’cha um.. Top of the line! [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out [d] top of the line [f] move it out move it out.. Get This Ringtone

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