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Current version of M.O.P. Lyrics G-Building (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/m/mop/g/) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 1 of M.O.P. Lyrics G-Building (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/m/mop/g/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics | |||||||||||||
| 1 | I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who dat? | Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh | 1 | |||||||||||
| 1 | Me bitch, who dat? The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? | 1 | ||||||||||||
| 2 | I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic | 2 | ||||||||||||
| 3 | 'Cuz when I'm spittin' I'maI'm a split your shit, when I aim | 3 | ||||||||||||
| 4 | Yo, you try to get a name but ain't provin' a thang | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 2 | I'm still doin' my thang, go head, bells they still ring | [Lil Fame] | 2 | |||||||||||
| 1 | I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?] | 1 | ||||||||||||
| 2 | Me bitch [who dat?] | 2 | ||||||||||||
| 3 | The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? | 3 | ||||||||||||
| 4 | I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 5 | Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit | 5 | ||||||||||||
| 6 | When I aim, yo you try to get a name | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | But aint, provin a thang | 7 | ||||||||||||
| 8 | I'm still doin my thang,[go head] | 8 | ||||||||||||
| 9 | bells they still ring [uh huh] | 9 | ||||||||||||
| Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame | Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame | |||||||||||||
| 3 | Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane | Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane | 3 | |||||||||||
| 4 | How you like me now? That Kool Moe P, shit, nigga, put it down | [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now? | 4 | |||||||||||
| 5 | Yo, I need a silencer gat, shit too loud when that bitch start to holla | That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | Nigga, do child, made the church people on your block wanna move out | When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out, why? | Made the church people on your block wanna move out | 8 | |||||||||||
| 9 | 'Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist | I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out | 9 | |||||||||||
| 10 | We don't say put your hands up, niggas, stand up | Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | You gotta get it, 'cuz you now listen, dump off your body | We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up | 11 | |||||||||||
| 12 | You gotta get it, cuz you now listen | 12 | ||||||||||||
| 13 | 'Til your whole family die fishin' the street mayor, ghetto street playa | Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin? | 13 | |||||||||||
| 10 | The street mayor, ghetto street playa | 10 | ||||||||||||
| Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare | Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare | |||||||||||||
| 14 | Fuck the fame, I agree fuck the fame but I got four words for ya | Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame | 14 | |||||||||||
| 15 | Don't fuck with Fame 'cuz I'm a machine gun, Kelley, clappa dude | But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame | 15 | |||||||||||
| 16 | Write my name across your belly, yap a dude ain't no escapin' | Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude | 16 | |||||||||||
| 17 | Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude! | 17 | ||||||||||||
| 18 | These streets I'm raised in, it's so amazin', we still blazin' | Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in | 18 | |||||||||||
| 19 | Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin', they be strippin' | It's so amazin, we still blazin | 19 | |||||||||||
| 20 | Your cantelope off the pavement wit yo' wig split in half | Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin | 20 | |||||||||||
| 21 | And your chest caved in, so walk on the green, I'm a cut yo' ass down | They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement | 21 | |||||||||||
| 22 | If you walk in between, so listen up and hear me boy | Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in | 22 | |||||||||||
| 23 | I'm the American, slash, pretty boy | So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass | 23 | |||||||||||
| 24 | down if you walk in between | 24 | ||||||||||||
| 25 | First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust | So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the | 25 | |||||||||||
| 26 | Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough | American [slash!] pretty boy | 26 | |||||||||||
| 5 | Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move | 5 | ||||||||||||
| 27 | But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin' | HOOK: | 27 | |||||||||||
| 28 | Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin' | First Fam, ridiculous | 28 | |||||||||||
| 29 | Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust | 29 | ||||||||||||
| 30 | I done figured it out, what's that? They don't want us to shine, true | Them false dudes can't get wit us | 30 | |||||||||||
| 31 | You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron, I still got it | Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough | 31 | |||||||||||
| 32 | For when I'm facin' situations like this, you dissin', I'm hittin' | First Fam, ridiculous | 32 | |||||||||||
| 33 | Listen, is it me or the industry to understand, I'm a whole different | Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us | 33 | |||||||||||
| 34 | Breed of man, Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx and I'm servin' double | Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, | 34 | |||||||||||
| 35 | strollin, trashin, rollin, | 35 | ||||||||||||
| 36 | And single shots on the rocks, nigga, what? Who gon' tame me? | MASHIN!! | 36 | |||||||||||
| 6 | I'm a back block nigga and can't nobody change me | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 37 | You can look at me strangely keep yappin' at your dogs | [Billy Danze] | 37 | |||||||||||
| 38 | If I go up in your mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee | I done figured it out [what's that?] | 38 | |||||||||||
| 39 | Take what's mine, '99 is my time to shine, that's that | They don't want us to shine [true] | 39 | |||||||||||
| 40 | You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron | 40 | ||||||||||||
| 41 | Take it easy, fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels | I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this | 41 | |||||||||||
| 42 | For you fools on this radio, fizzy wo', suckas never played us | You dissin? I'm hittin | 42 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Listen, is it me or the industry to understand | 11 | ||||||||||||
| 12 | I'm a whole different breed of man | 12 | ||||||||||||
| 13 | Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx | 13 | ||||||||||||
| 14 | And I'm servin double and single shots on | 14 | ||||||||||||
| 15 | the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!] | 15 | ||||||||||||
| 16 | What! Who gon' tame me | 16 | ||||||||||||
| 17 | I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me | 17 | ||||||||||||
| 18 | You can look at me strangely | 18 | ||||||||||||
| 19 | Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in | 19 | ||||||||||||
| 20 | your mouth, don't blame me | 20 | ||||||||||||
| 21 | First Family trainee, take what's mine | 21 | ||||||||||||
| 22 | '99 is my time to shine, that's that | 22 | ||||||||||||
| 23 | [Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo | 23 | ||||||||||||
| 24 | I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio | 24 | ||||||||||||
| 25 | Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us] | 25 | ||||||||||||
| They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus | They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus | |||||||||||||
| 43 | In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place | In fact when you touch 'em face to | 43 | |||||||||||
| 44 | face, they stay in they place | 44 | ||||||||||||
| 45 | They know, I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist | They know I'm slayed up from the right | 45 | |||||||||||
| 46 | Shut up, shut up, now you wanna show love | side left five in one fist | 46 | |||||||||||
| 47 | You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs | Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love | 47 | |||||||||||
| 26 | You hear the soft music in the | 26 | ||||||||||||
| 27 | background it's your brain on slugs | 27 | ||||||||||||
| Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it | Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it | |||||||||||||
| 48 | So I crept up, stepped up, got to it fire | So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!] | 48 | |||||||||||
| 49 | First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust | HOOK | 49 | |||||||||||
| 7 | Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough | 7 | ||||||||||||
| 8 | Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move | 8 | ||||||||||||
| 9 | But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin' | 9 | ||||||||||||
| 10 | Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin' | 10 | ||||||||||||
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