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nigggaaahhh - m.o.p. lyrics

[intro]
old man: i know these n-ggas ain’t out here trying to start no motherf-cking block party
m.o.p.: come on! oh!
old man: this is sh-t is outta contr- you motherf-ckers better turn this music down. listen, i’m tired of you young -ss marxmen n-ggas. man, i’ll go and get my motherf-cking ratchet and i’ll bust a cap in that -ss. listen, if you young -ss n-ggas ain’t off my stoop by the time i get back, i’ma air your -ss out

[verse one: lil fame]
i
love myself
i ain’t sh-t
f-ck yo’ self
cause you let fakes and snakes
and them imposters sit back and make an -ss out ya
fizroy
jamal ask about ya
and he said to get back at him
and get back at him
fizroy show ’em where you stand cause these n-ggas is getting out of hand
okay…i
murder your staff, murder your squad, straight dirty your shirt
pop three up in back from afar
you get a brand new 2003 he-rs- courtesy of jamal
(chrome rims and all)
you heard
n-gga did i stutter?
semi-automatic plugger
uh, stressed in the gutter
left with a hole in your back ’bout the size and the shape
jigga made with his hands on the dynasty cover
mr. banger
call that anger
seems to me you got low self esteem in ya gangsta
b-tch boy
you don’t want war
so please stop telling me you k!ll duke, you sound unsure
you know who the family is
(it’s the m.o.p. it is)
the brownsville animal kid
and the cat you allegedly k!lled, incredibly ill
so whoever you bring better be real
fizzy wo’ [?]

[hook]
when you see me you see all my (n-ggas!)
i don’t give a f-ck about none of you (n-ggas!)
don’t say it to her just say it to me (n-gga!)
don’t say it to him just say it to me (n-gga!)
as a matter of fact, f-ck all of you (n-ggas!)
the meat man will come and get all of you (n-ggas!)
i’m tired of f-cking around with you young -ss (n-ggas!)
punk -ss (n-ggas!)
f-ck y’all (n-ggas!)

[verse two: billy danze]
i love myself
(do you really?
do you hear me when i tear you out your back, do you feel me?)
h-ll yeah, i travel and the o.g. secrets
i show love to all thugs when i’m always on defense
(you gotta watch these leeches
they carry nines in they waistline in the back by they spine when they creeping)
i got ’em
(no warning shots?)
sh-t
when i let off, i plan to knock a motherf-cker head off
bonk, bonk, bonk!
i spit three before his grip get firm
bonk, bonk!
and two more at whoever act like they concerned
bonk!
one to let him wonder if i’m empty
(you got sixteen left)
i hope he tempt me
now
bonk!
that’s to let him know it can get drastic
bonk!
that’s for trying to detour the traffic
bonk!
that’s cause you a straight f-ggot b-st-rd
bonk!
that’s your easy p-ss to a casket
bonk!
that’s for acting like you don’t know the name
bonk!
that’s for acting like this sh-t is a game
bonk!
that’s for closing your eyes when you aim
bonk!
that’s for trying to f-ck with lil’ fame
now, no (no!), body (body!) (n0body)
will eat
n0body will sleep
we running the street
you might wanna pick your weight up
(and pick your eight up)
before you get your -ss ate up, straight up
p.s

[hook]
now that you see me, you see my (n-ggas!)
i told you not to f-ck with me and my (n-ggas!)
you can f-ck with her don’t f-ck with me (n-gga!)
you can f-ck with him don’t f-ck with me (n-gga!)
like i said before, motherf-ck you (n-ggas!)
i slap the snot, blood and ideas outta all you (n-ggas!)
i had to bring it to you little sissy -ss
p-ssy -ss
b-tchy -ss
f-ck y’all!

f-ck all you

[outro: old drunk man]
aye i-aye. come here man. come here. come here baby. give me five dollars baby. i want to get me a pint of georgia vodka. i mean, you know, smirnoff or something. a, a little smirnoff. come on baby i ain’t never hurt n0body. just saying. d-mn n-gga. all i want is a taste. n-gga it just a taste. what the f-ck wrong with you? i ain’t like you n-gga anyhow. aye graddy, graddy. get my motherf-cking ratchet. f-ck y’all

- m o p lyrics

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