
Stand Clear Adam F (Ft. M.O.P.)
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[Intro: M.O.P.]
Die for the cause (*whispering*)
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Yeaaaah.. motherfuuuucker!
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze]
Feel the First Family energy, alright
Remember me? Lil' Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggas Faces Of Death
Manslaughter, liver than camcorder
My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot a bitch
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming "Yeah, we like it raw!"
All wacks'll get the best of it (Right), give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographing bitches' breasteses
It's the legendary M.O.P., we put it down everywhere we go
But you don't hear me though!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Stand clear!
Notice there ain't nothing but soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause
Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
Bitch! Die for the cause
Die for the cause (*whispering*)
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Yeaaaah.. motherfuuuucker!
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze]
Feel the First Family energy, alright
Remember me? Lil' Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggas Faces Of Death
Manslaughter, liver than camcorder
My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot a bitch
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming "Yeah, we like it raw!"
All wacks'll get the best of it (Right), give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour, autographing bitches' breasteses
It's the legendary M.O.P., we put it down everywhere we go
But you don't hear me though!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Stand clear!
Notice there ain't nothing but soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause
Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
Bitch! Die for the cause
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