Down 4 Whateva M.O.P. (Ft. O.C.)

[Intro: O.C. (M.O.P shouting)]
(Bass) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(My niggas) What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
(Firing Squad, nigga) Ha, uh, yeah, ha
What, what, my M.O.P. Click (My motherfucking M.O.P nigga)
(For Life) Them niggas deep, what the deal, yeah (For Life)
O.C. nigga, coming for real, what (O.C.)
Uh, yeah
Check this shit out

[Verse 1: O.C]
Now check this motherfucking combo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH
O.C. come together like a Glock and a clip
We won't jam when it's time to blast!
Bitch niggas on wax, we 'bout to get in yo' ass
We done played the background for too long
All my new shit, I'm namin' names, fuck it, it's on
I'm takin' it back to some Brooklyn shit, with this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin' for some niggas to hit
And if you that rapper who think it can't happen to you
You might end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't playin' no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means (WAR!)
Yo, fuck that, Crooklyn's on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hold y'all niggas down for whatever
With mics or with the guns when it's time to shoot
To Crooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)