Anticipation Lyrics - M.o.p.

[Chorus:] 

This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore 

Firing Squad! Firing Hard! 

I'm top of the line, realistic and rugged never smooth 

Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through 

Guns and roses hit 'em hit 'em up kid 

For real! 

Say what, say what, say what? 

I'm packing blue steel 

Drama lord, ice master, quick to blast ya 

Thoroughbreds with hearts cold as Alaska 

F A G's get bust down to they knees 

M.O.P. to the death kid 

Yeah, cock then squeeze 

[Lil' Fame] 

I'm here to make moves and never fake moves 

I like to break fools in half, put 'em on they ass 

If they never paid dues 

It's time! To get rid of your fly talk 

Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the next stain on the sidewalk 

I make 'em simmer down whenever I'm in the town 

Speak for my love thug niggas in the ground 

I'm dedicated, never been over-challenged 

My over-violent lyrics will knock you off of balance 

I'll wet MC's like Vietnamese 

But yet they freeze like coke 

When they provoke me to squeeze 

Lil' Fame represent the turf 

With thugs so hard they put scars on the face of the Earth 

Out to hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya! 

Fuck a frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture 

So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness 

Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you 

[Chorus] 

Yo, it's the world's famous niggas born to kill 

From the ill side of town, so you best get your steel 

It's ill, the street life is real son 

You shouldn't have to go get a fool 

Stick to ya guns! 

Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Representing for ill crews, and 

Kid I ain't got nothing to lose 

I been there, to my peoples up in them cells 

Up in them jails, ringing bells 

Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise hell!! 

[Billy Danze] 

I believe you're dope (dope) yep (yep) 

But you can't fuck around (fuck around) 

And take a lock to half actual natural sound 

Damn bad! Motherfucker we didn't leave 

We just laid back in the cut 

Stuck some shit up our sleeve 

Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze 

But make to flip 

I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fucking ship 

What! I feel is What! I do 

And G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out too 

I wish I would let a nigga take mine 

When my niggas is niggas that live on the front line 

The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy 

Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy 

When my nigga was on the scene 

More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine 

From the Hill part fool where they still start the ruckus 

Firing Squad!! 

Kill a whole heap of you motherfuckers 

[Chorus]