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Fly Nigga Hill Figga (Explicit) M.O.P. Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ (Don't try) NIGGAZ Do or DIE NIGGAZ Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA *repeat* Verse one How About Some Hardcore (Explicit) M.O.P. 20 deep With your ifth on your hip, ready to flip Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick You got skill, you best manage to chill And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill Downtown Swinga ('96) (Explicit) M.O.P. beam before the song move on i'm lettin you know i'm still in the ville and i'm still lettin it go So yo, Crews with your official rap dues got genovese sayin who the fuck is that dude the family its M.O.P Way of the World M.O.P. Chorus: M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah) Billy Danze: Can't nobody change The way them thug niggaz do they thing M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? When Death Becomes U (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. 50 Cent) M.O.P. Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga The Smoke of New York Get up Come On Ah - There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who Handle Ur Bizness (Explicit) M.O.P. Check, check, check Chorus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Salute M.O.P. M.O.P. in the house kid BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this out Lil Fame's a trigga nigga Billy Danze a trigga nigga Aight? Brownsville M.O.P. that's a damn shame) Everybody claim they represent and do they thing _____ toting in cases hard to believe The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege Beyond twin chrome and farmers Nigga Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child M.O.P. [yeah] she tryin to get attention [LF] Watch them niggas to your left [BD] Oh see you mention [LF] And they flinchin Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed Why the Hill Street Blues make My Kinda Nigga Part II M.O.P. All or nothin, why I'm in this But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business! 4 Alarm Blaze M.O.P. Lil' Fame: Seventy-five Raised on a strip called here brotha hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers Down 4 Whateva M.O.P. 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 Rude Bastard M.O.P. yup, yup yup Y-yo, y-yup yup yup Gotta get it nigga Ay! yeah! Cold World M.O.P. Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga (First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." Stop Pushin M.O.P. Still runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9 And 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives Nigga what the fuck is on yo' mind? Move Something M.O.P. (Firing Squad, nigga.) No I ain't went nowhere, nigga. Fucking with the best. (Oh yeah, to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass? (Firing Squad, nigga.) Cold As Ice M.O.P. ice, You're willing to sacrifice) (You're as cold as ice, You're willing to sacrifice) I'd like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill See I'm for real When deliverin these M.O.P Ride With Us M.O.P. Firing Squad nigga Firing Squad! Firing Squad M.O.P. flinch All F A T emcees lay the bench You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid I missed M.O.P Nothing 2 Lose M.O.P. computer for the aftermath Since you wake it's too scary G, but it don't worry me Always wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me HOOK [Billy Danze] Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Hill Stick To Ya Gunz M.O.P. like three G's and two chains Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in In my crib I heard villains outside blazin' Mad shots was poppin' and I see visions of droppin' men Five minutes later some nigga Ante Up Remix (Feat. Busta Rhymes,Teflon,Remy Martin) M.O.P. Attention please, attention please This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed Motherfucker Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now What you want now (What you want now) What you want now (What you want New York Salute M.O.P. the soldiers die (New York, New York) That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New York, New York) That's the niggas that multiply (New York, New York) [Lil' Fame] (Billy Danze) Yo, where you from, nigga Salute A G M.O.P. Boss Hog in this bitch Yo I know a couple of Bloods, I know a couple of Crips And they don't C-Walk, all them niggas do is this... ... blow smoke up in the air Fuck your bottle, put your cups in the air Nigga Brooklyn M.O.P. you a bitch either But dude let's keep it cool Keep your heater It's nippy out even when you see the sun Don't be flashin' your ones Umpin' your gums or fixin' your gun In East New York, East New York nigga Sharks In The Water M.O.P. wanna hear when a (SHARK) in the water bitch ONE TIME for my niggaz in the background TWO TIMES for my niggaz that don't back down (You gotta stay in the pocket playin this cold game) Fuck procedures nigga Blood Sweat and Tears M.O.P. they killin em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word Y'all better c'mon Yo wake up son They dyin son Yo, c'mon nigga Salute Part II M.O.P. Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don't care what these beats my do We'll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P I'm A Brownsvillian M.O.P. "All I wanted to do was rhyme nigga You know say mic check 1-2-1-2-1-2 Turn my mic up, check one two And the rest of that old punk shit Motherfuckers just ain't care Like I ain't, like I ain't really Anticipation M.O.P. hard "This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore" Firing Squad, firing hard [Lil Fame] I'm top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth [Billy Danze] Ring, ding [LF] Ring ding M.O.P