M.O.P., Snowgoons - Get Yours

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Fame:\nyour off beat dj, everything he play, is all punk shit\nTell him to bump this\nThat old gorilla in the trunk shit\nI ma tip off the whole block,\nI m all I got, get yours\nI call the shots, get yours\nYou call cops, ah\nThem boy s twats\nwhen it gonna stop? come on nigga you a warlock, or not?\nYou ain t a real killer, you just talk a lot about\nYour coke spots about your dope spots about picking up bricks from the boat dock\nabout your bullet proof whips like the pope got\nDanze:\nGet clipped on your own block,\nYou hit a road block, it s like Fort Knox\nThis is Brownsville homie, keep them both cocked\nAnd we ain t worried, legendary meaning won t stop\nWe don t stop, we fluid on the black top\nAnd 1−5-4−5 still the back drop\nBeen there, done that, so whatever you got lock run that\nOr get your snapshot sun back, ugly\nFame:\nAnd they say New York city\nWhat s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that\nAnd we say New York city\nFuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that\nCause if if was a fifth shit we’d all be drunk\nIs something in your bottle nigga pour me some\nIf I ain t stand up, you could call me punk\nBut I m real so a bitch can t call me one\nFame:\nDirty like a stolen black nine with a body on it\nDon’t nobody want it, I put my mama on it\nChrome, (teks?)so what the hell you probably find me on it\ntools down to my kicks you know how I be on it\nThey saying them niggas fame and bill too aggressive\nThey say them M.O.P. boys is too reckless\nya niggas is P.U. with 2 s es\nAnd I ain t never bought up a house for you (heffers?)\nDanze:\nYou keep fucking around and we’ll strech ya\nSaratoga Ave., bet it, whole different texture\nwe in the thick of the shit with no pressure\nGet it and go, you gettin' it raw, fishscale\nTop of the line, kept on the low M.O.\nWe outshine them niggas in prime time\ndeliver the bam! bam!, this undeniable grind\nFame:\nAnd they say New York city\nWhat s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that\nAnd we say New York city\nFuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that\nCause if if was a fifth shit we’d all be drunk\nIs something in your bottle nigga pour me some\nIf I ain t stand up, you could call me punk\nBut I m real so a bitch can t call me one\nFame:\nI still stay in touch with the streets it s spit thugerry\nI stay sucker free, who wanna run with me\nsalute to the die hard fans that fuck with me\nsparta marksman fuck around, loose a couple teeth\nThat s what people want so we designed it raw with the snowgoons behind the\nboards\nthe paul bearers of hip hop\nWe carry ya whack ass off then bury ya, this is real heavy yall\nmarksman\nDanze:\n3 steps ahead of ya, 3 generations in so we bet it all\nIn the middle of the street where we set it off\nNigga really want a win he gotta get involved\nM.O.P. dog we been awol, big hemi in my chest for the long haul\nturning a nigga to mess is what i’m going for\nLeaving hollows in his chest is what we cause\nFame:\nAnd they say New York city\nWhat s that, get yours, what s that, get yours, what s that\nAnd we say New York city\nFuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that\nCause if if was a fifth shit we’d all be drunk\nIs something in your bottle nigga pour me some\nIf I ain t stand up, you could call me punk