Stress Y’all M.O.P.
"Stress Y’all" by M.O.P. is a hip-hop track released in 1996. The song explores themes of urban struggle, resilience, and the pressures of street life. Its aggressive delivery and hard-hitting beats reflect the group's raw energy and authenticity. The track resonates with listeners facing similar challenges, solidifying M.O.P.'s impact in hip-hop culture. #HipHop
KICK ASS!
First Family!
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Good evening, you contaminated semen
I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)
I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
(Family) Disbelieving we're
(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
Yes yes y'all!
I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song
You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggas, struggle for riches
As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve
But I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)
Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
We appreciate the fake love
Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!
First Family!
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Good evening, you contaminated semen
I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)
I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
(Family) Disbelieving we're
(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
Yes yes y'all!
I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song
You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggas, struggle for riches
As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve
But I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)
Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
We appreciate the fake love
Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!
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