sleep we insomniacs You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash Yeah, and I'm oh
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC here we
, cash on the chain And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane They say it's all up in the streets I'm trying to make a million while I'm dodging from
it rain on 'em I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an
on In your arms that's all to When I'm awfully tired, when I need love and I need love It's 3 AM when I can hear you breathing No, I'm fast asleep, no, I'm
You call me angry You call me a fool I'm nobodys puppet And I'm nobodys tool You tried to hurt me Tried to fuck with my mind But while your empire rots
.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) [Billy D] C.N.N. [Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu
I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P. Brooklyn, period Them niggas that just don't give a fuck [ O.G. Bu-Bang Bet yo ass, nigga Hey yo, this
, it gotta be goin' out in a blaze I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin' down No matter the repercussions, M.O.P. hold it down in the Illside of town
chasin' We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he lacin' 'em That's how it is when it's time to roll M.O.P. home never fold They try to set us
.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet Glorious, come stomp on tour with us (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ {*various samples scratched
ears, I'm immune to this shit I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone' In this full blown (blown), bitch, M.O.P., prepare for the
) Power (M dot O dot P devour) Our (Loyalty is royalty boss ) (We roll through with tremendous force and bring) (Power) Power (Power) M dot O dot P devour
[Lil Fame] What I got to lose when my pops is gone So many of my peeps died that my heart been torn Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm a young
you gotta know If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go Let me show you where I'm AT, cause I'm FAT Give me my propers after THAT, or
M.O.P. in the house kid Blau, you know what I'm sayin', check this out Li'l Fame's a trigga nigga Billy Danze a trigga nigga Ain't keepin it real, Brownsville
't matter, up or down hill, nigga Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow This is M.O.P., shout to
' Fame and M.O.P. to the death To the death! It's M.O.P. to the motherfuckin death To the death! [ Billy Danzenie ] Aiyo, I'm sentenced to Clint',