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lirik lagu fire – m.o.p

yeah, firing squad
(you motherf-ckers get up)
back in the motherf-cking
(you motherf-ckers get up)
dungeon, n-gg-
(get up n-gg-, get the f-ck up)

(fi-yah)
he, he, he, he, he, he, he, geah
get in yo’ -ss n-gg-
firing squad, huh?
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
(fi-yah)
m dot, o dot, p dot, we got
n-gg-, do, flippa [unverified], uh, ohh

excuse me, i’m here to earn a mere buck or two
it’s bill diggy niggy, who the f-ck are you?
n-gg- where yo’ soldiers at? dem vultures you ride with?
the n-gg-z you coincide with, you don’t wanna collide with

(m)
exclude them, they already know the name
they already know the game, they already know we flame
(fi-yah)
it’s tricky, they put ’em in boots
and camouflage suits and they still can’t get wit me

i’m wicked, look at the way i rip it
i’m off-balance, i’m mentally challenged but i’m gifted
(it’s on you)
you know how we do
i’ll get at yo’ crew with a little twenty-two
(ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
the question is where the f-ck it came from?

why the f-ck you banged him
and who the f-ck untamed him?
and why can’t they restrain him?
there’s somethin’ goin’ on with this kid
look in his eyes, he’s angry and straight spittin’

(fi-yah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, n-gg-, b r o w n s v i l l e
motherf-cker we spittin’
(fi-yah)
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
cobra–ss n-gg-, n-gg-
(yeah)
n-gg-

yo, let’s go

i have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
[unverified] perish, with my tactic
terminate, act h-ll, i bust brain cells
i’m international, my name rings bells

so take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war
live n-gg- rap, straight from the bricks, we got the raw
f-ck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
we live from the crack house, push your money through the door

this is
(fi-yah)
we give a f-ck about your rag
you motherf-ckers made new york look bad
with all you gangsta -ss, michael, gorillas recognize my m.o.
or b-tch come see me and fizzy wo’

n-gg- sixteen bars’ll get you caught up – this ain’t mickey d’s
but f-ck around, and i’ll suicide your order
pop sh-t i’m poppin’ hollows in you n-gg-z ‘tinue to serve
when the desert burn whoever’s left on the menu

first fam’, we don’t start wars with you, but my dogs will
lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, [unverified] witchu
we get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
so we just spit it back to the hood, motherf-cker we spittin’

(fi-yah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, n-gg-
b r o w n s v i l l e
motherf-cker we spittin’
(fi-yah)
get yo’ -ss up, n-gg-
what? what? what, what?
what, what, what? ow, oh, aow

what happened to the m.o.?
(p)
n-gg- we make history, you don’t know
then find yo’ -ss on unsolved mystery
when the gun blow
(the gun blow rapidly)

it’s a twenty one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
you gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
f-ck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo’ eye and dump

(fi-yah)
and that’s wh-ssup? so n-gg- whattup?
you know we reppin’ b r o w n s v i l l e, ho, yeah
you know the motherf-ckin’ style, my goons is wild
we turn this whole, motherf-cker into the ok corral

(so what it’s gon’ be, b-tch?)
n-gg-, look into this
what a ridiculous, conspicuous son of a b-tch you is
we was trainin’, count your revolver shots when you pop ’em

blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
(bukka, bukka, bu, bukka drop him)
we spittin’

(fi-yah)
wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha, n-gg-
b r o w n s v i l l e, motherf-cker we spittin’
(fi-yah)
who, what, n-gg-? b r o w n s v i l l e
motherf-cker we spittin’

(fi-yah)
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ride out, n-gg-
(it’s the way of the world n-gg-)
yeah, fall up out this b-tch
(sopranos)
come on
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

- m o p

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