New Jack City M.O.P.

[Chorus: M.O.P]
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs
Getting on my nerves
Pretending to be drug dealers, and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talking 'bout how many keys you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rocking
This lil nigga get to popping, pistol gripping and cocking
('Cause nine times outta ten) I'm guaranteed to leave you straggling
Plus I bag emcees that's babbling
I ain't trying to hear ya out
But I'm about ready to air ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
'Cause you's a part-time felon, kid killing yelling
(Before I send a slug through your melon)
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
(You shitting) I'm sittin' on chrome like Masta Ace
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be wrecking like the fucking Jamaicans at Sunsplash
(It ain't where you from) It's where ya at
And where you be at times, you don't have your fucking gat
So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in NEW JACK CITY!!