
7−1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggas? New York you ready for this shit? I don’t think so motherfucker Yeah! M., O., P.!! For life! Radio. niggas never play us! (FiYAHHHH!!!) Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh. Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!) Survivors of the struggle Duke Don’t be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys (Billy) that’s the nigga name, he been trained To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs He’s a sinner with no shame, he’s addicted to the pain He’s restricted from the games, he’s for real You’ve been missin the man Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze (Praise him) the most highest He’s stuck on the street like car tires, First Family (What y’all niggas wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn Til his motherfuckin life expire Listen this world revolves around, niggas that rob And steal and deal and, kill for thrills and How could you refuse the Danze? (It's hard to confuse the Danze) He’s a very unusual man With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine Just gimme mine, you understand? Yo, it’s the legendary M.O.P We put it down everywhere we go, but you don’t hear me though Calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) And we have the constitutional rights To bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm So; calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON) You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm I got cats like you wild, you mad I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag Look — y’all niggas is bitch-made, switchblades Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low You ain’t a cowboy, sit down, play the hump ho (EASE BACK!) Fall, back See this nine M-double? All, black Everybody’s a killer; y’all, wack Here’s a clip full you can have all, that In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap Aluminum bats around niggas heads YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard? I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd Y’all niggas act like y’all came here to shoot I kick ALL Y’ALL ass, with the same pair of boots Witness the game unfurl, don’t be another (REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world It’s the legendary M.O.P We put it down everywhere we go, but you don’t hear me though Calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!) Cause we have the constitutional rights To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm So; calm down! (Get back!) Calm, down! (Get, back!)
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