Down 4 Whateva Lyrics - M.o.p.

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out 

[Verse one: O.C]. 

Now check this motherfucking capo right here 

Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip 

We gon` jam when its time to blast! 

Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass 

We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops 

I`m naming names, fuck it, it`s on 

I`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shit 

With this ten-man clique 

Who don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit 

And if you ever think it can`t happen to you 

You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes 

I ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to your ass raw 

I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR 

Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn`s on the map forever 

To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever 

With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot 

To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE 

(Come on) 

[Chorus:] 

Flatbush *cut and scratched* 

--Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" 

Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) 

"Thought I`d remind y`all" *scratching* 

Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I`d remind y`all" 

?? *cut and scratched* 

--East New York-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" 

[Verse two: Lil` Fame] 

I used to roll `em, this is a holdup 

MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole 

up 

This game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping dude 

I`m still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude 

(Try to act rude) Play the mascott 

With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got 

Clap, shot the body, I`m keeping it real 

That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill 

That whole shit was animation, immitation 

When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration 

Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation 

Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION 

Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s 

Flippin this track with O.C. 

Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! 

Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse three: Billy Danze] 

Hot damn! Danze shot your head 

Full cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up the bread 

(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone 

So the balance that I wrote like ???, we`re taking on 

Put the rest of that shit in the bag 

I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don`t make me mad 

(Here we go again!) You ain`t known, I control my destiny 

I only got love for the thugs that`s next to me 

(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill 

*pause* I told ya, I`m real! 

And I`ve been doing a double danly 

Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t fail me) 

Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even 

I`m one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in 

(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping 

(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing 

*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I`d remind y`all"