Calm Down Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

7-1-8 Brownsville, what the fuck you want niggaz? 

New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker 

Yeah M.O.P. for life 

Radio, niggaz never play us 

Yeah, first family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh 

Direct from the concrete jungle troops 

(First Family) 

Survivors of the struggle Duke 

Don't be handin' me them bullshit, soldier stories, I make noise 

You fuckin' with the original Backstreet Boys 

(Billy) 

That's the nigga name, he been trained 

To duck copper-tops when you poppin' them thangs 

He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain 

He's restricted from the games, he's for real 

We love you, Billy, you've been missin' the man 

Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze 

(Raise him) 

The most highest 

He's stuck on the street like car tires, first family 

(What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) 

Down in Brooklyn, 'til his motherfuckin' life expire 

Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob 

And steal and deal and, kill for thrills and 

How could you refuse the Danze? 

(It's hard to confuse the Danze) 

He's a very unusual man 

With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine 

Just gimme mine, you understand? 

Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P. 

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though 

Calm down 

(Get back) 

Calm, down 

(Get, back) 

And we have the constitutional rights 

To bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm 

So, calm down 

(Get back) 

Calm, down 

(Get, back) 

Fizzy, wo-magnificent 

(Rock, rock on) 

You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm 

I got cats like you wild, you mad 

I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag 

Look, y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades 

Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump cool-Aid 

Ba-bump, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low 

You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe 

(Ease back) 

Fall, back 

See this nine M-double? All, black 

Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack 

Here's a clip full you can have all, that 

In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap 

Aluminum bats around niggaz heads 

You see it Brooklyn you heard? 

I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd 

y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot 

I kick all y'all ass, with the same pair of boots 

Witness the game unfurl, don't be another 

(Reject) 

Fuck around and get 

(Eject) 

From the world 

It's the legendary M.O.P. 

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though 

Calm down 

(Get back) 

Calm, down 

(Get, back) 

'Cause we have the constitutional rights 

To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm 

So, calm down 

(Get back) 

Calm, down 

(Get, back)