Brooklyn/jersey Get Wild Lyrics - M.o.p.

Chorus: Treach 

Till death do us, can't move us 

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter 

Holler if you hear this, realness 

Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin 

Steal shit 

[Billy Danze] 

Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff] 

Raised hell to a lot of different degrees 

And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms 

To flare arms, whenever we fear harm 

It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right 

If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier 

I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool 

Come to teach the new school, true school jewels 

I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude 

I makes my own motherfuckin rules 

So what's it gonna be, let me know 

Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go 

And we foul to eliminate these habits 

And the best way is to eliminate these faggots 

All disrespect attended 

To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented 

And I'm no stranger, to danger 

Dance with a strange man in a field with anger 

Now ain't that ghetto, for ya 

Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas 

Chorus 

Hook: Treach 

Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us 

We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild 

*repeated* 

[Lil Fame] 

Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire 

Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire 

Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.] 

See, I know a lot, seen a lot, don' been through a lot 

Took a lot, never took a shot 

God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason 

Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an' 

Reminisce on them feels I was bringin 

Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin 

Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that 

You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back 

Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga 

When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga 

So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me 

[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga 

Chorus 

[Treach] 

You did ya hit you had to do most 

Five minutes and you go 

Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo 

Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis 

And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix 

Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows 

I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows 

I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up 

Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck 

My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back 

Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act 

Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks 

I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax 

What, with M.O.P. 

(several names and shit shouted out) 

Chorus 

Hook 

Yea, salute, salute