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Utwór: Pounds up

  • wykonawca: M.O.P.
  • wyświetleń: 689


     Ooh.. yeah..
  Come on! Ooh..
  Yeah.. yeah..
  Yeah..
  
  [ Lil' Fame ]
  Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Lil' Fame
  I analyze the streets, spit real game
  I'll blast on you as you pass on through
  Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you
  I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip
  And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
  How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me
  Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ]
  Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
  The hand full of niggas that I came with
  I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
  For the man if you ever caught me slipping
  You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
  But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
  My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing'
  before you cats and you ass get deleted
  
  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
  Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
  You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
  Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
  We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga
  
  [ Billy Danze ]
  Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at
  (William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack
  (BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that
  (We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that
  With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
  We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard
  So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
  with holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back
  Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
  I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops
  And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
  It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
  You need to know who you fucking with now
  Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win
  An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me
  
  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
  
  [ Lil' Fame ]
  It's an every day thing in a every day game
  More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
  It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit
  It's music to my 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 ruckus
  and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers
  
  [ Billy Danze ]
  Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out,
  Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum)
  Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
  Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
  The way this streetgame is going is concerning me
  Whatever happened to the old days
  we all blaze, we all study criminal ways
  
  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]
  
  Nigga!
  ...
  Nigga!
  

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