m from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me? This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built And some of the illest killaz was
I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry Keep fucking
(Brooklyn) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm
M.O.P., you see it! Can't stop, won't stop! Can't stop, won't stop! Can't stop, won't stop! Can't stop, don't stop! Ai oh eh oh O who that, yo who that
'm hear to fuck up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International,
it fool? {Yeah, click clak KLOW, nobody move!} Face down get on the ground {That shit's foul} Shut the fuck up punk it's M.O.P. you know our style Yo (?)
hit 'em up kid Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up Another motherfuckin' massacre, yeah, M.O.P. Dese are the niggaz that I'm
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
no one wanna see my niggas Firing Squad still firing, fuckin wit old timers Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement Stoppin' your traffic, a classic (M O P
x) It's the Mash Out Posse Rugged neva smooth M fuckin O fuckin P on the move [ Lil' Fame ] The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this I'm
Represent, show niggaz the deal I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real 'Cause niggaz were born to kill Represent, show niggaz the deal I'm packing
[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P Brownsville
Calling the police, calling the G men Calling all Americans to war on the underworld All I need is money and I'm getting that money, tonight Let's take
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. the world
Firing Squad...To the Death When I'm dead and gone you won't be alone When I'm dead and gone O.G. Boom Bang (that's my nigga) that's right I told you
So the stupidness you talkin, you gon' regret that (BO) Get back bitch, broadcast me, live on the air Brought to you from the corner street, I'm still
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who dat? Me bitch, who dat? The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? I'm known for regulatin' this game
is? It's the hardest, spittin' M.O.P. Warrior, come out and play nigga I'm callin' ya, what you say nigga? All of ya, lead the way nigga I'm warning