[Hook 2X: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Either you run wears or get ran the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] Either you gunnin with us or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] So if you comin nigga then come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Gimme a minute and I'm at it again
Forever rockin forever poppin!!!!
Criminal men with intention to win
M.O.! Y'all know my pedigree
I fire raps, I fire gats
My em-pire fire back
Mad at me I holds it down for Brownsville Academy
Get the (militant thugs) I be the gangsta ass I gotta be
The ground is filled with chalk (chalk!)
And the sky is always dark (dark!)
And your everyday street smarts, give you a deep thought
To reach his death be houndin me
Soldiers that's surroundin me
And cobras that fill in pounds, with rounds for downin me
On this rugged-ass, blacktop, black Glocks is issued
Around bodies crack spots, will pop shots and lift you
Where the YG'z and the OG'z get the same under they belt
Where the same hand was dealt (dealt!)
The same pain was felt (felt!)
The game ain't change itself (uh-uh) only the players
The 'Ville still roll, in rolls, waves and layers
[Fame] Either you run wears or get ran the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] Either you gunnin with us or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Fame] So if you comin nigga then come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Come the fuck now
[Will] C'mon, come
[Fame] Or get gunned the fuck down
[Will] It's that simple!
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Gimme a minute and I'm at it again
Forever rockin forever poppin!!!!
Criminal men with intention to win
M.O.! Y'all know my pedigree
I fire raps, I fire gats
My em-pire fire back
Mad at me I holds it down for Brownsville Academy
Get the (militant thugs) I be the gangsta ass I gotta be
The ground is filled with chalk (chalk!)
And the sky is always dark (dark!)
And your everyday street smarts, give you a deep thought
To reach his death be houndin me
Soldiers that's surroundin me
And cobras that fill in pounds, with rounds for downin me
On this rugged-ass, blacktop, black Glocks is issued
Around bodies crack spots, will pop shots and lift you
Where the YG'z and the OG'z get the same under they belt
Where the same hand was dealt (dealt!)
The same pain was felt (felt!)
The game ain't change itself (uh-uh) only the players
The 'Ville still roll, in rolls, waves and layers
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