my point across so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid I guess
, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with y'all For my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model nore a Dr. Seuss But i'm not a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid I guess its
she's prio And her sign is a Leo Bugzy fucked her in a Regal And then she took me to my P.O. Fuck rollin' ceelo I'm down to a c-note Lost a g' rollin
the hood and we workin' with some new rules Can't be one who loose Go to the hideout, make a call for some new tools And I'm feelin' these fools, we
I'm speakin the heat into this Witness Kris rippin this Don't trip on this, skip ahead if you're ready My show medley is deadly I'm about a hundred million
alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about
me if M.O.P. stand for "Monkeys On Parole" And how many copies did the first album "M.O.P.: To the Death" sold? And if "How About Some Hardcore" went
[x4] 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
always got some fly shit on deck Say what? Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some
t talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P [Chorus:] Pronto, Pronto, you know it how we ball
front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had grimey and gritty Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them
two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with y'all For my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore