Downtown Swinga 96 Lyrics - M.o.p.

Hey yo what up sport, guess who's back on the scene 

The human being cannon with the infrared beam 

Before the song move on I'm lettin' you know 

I'm still in the 'ville and I'm still lettin' it go 

So yo, cruise with your official rap dudes 

Got the Genovese sayin 'Who the fuck is that dude?' 

The family 

It's M.O.P 

The world famous D-A-N-Z-INIE 

Use your lethal and a swift 

Never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame 

Bringin' back hardcore raps to the atmosphere 

Me and my man makin' hits with Premier 

You faggots ain't doin' it right 

So here's the cup of brew from the firing squad, we're trigga nigga stripes 

I'm fishin' the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right 

My niggas is tight downtown swinga! 

I'm international! 

Bell ringin'! 

International! 

Downtown swingin'! 

I'm international! 

Bell ringin'! 

International! 

Downtown swingin'! 

Brooklyn! 

That's where it happen at nigga 

True, bona fide thoroughbred Hilfigga 

Code name Fizzy Womack 

Breakin shackles, tackle your ass like Bo Jack 

Its goin' down I'm feelin' it, drillin' it killin' it. It's over! 

One soldier that most militant 

Its Lil Fame 

So when I die make sure you bury me with a cassette of To The Death 

Its time to face you, lace you, erase you 

The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you 

I'm international! 

Bell ringin'! 

International! 

Downtown swingin', comin' to bust gats 

When I bust raps I keep heads bobbin' 

Doin' this for Brooklyn crooks mobbin' and robbin' 

Strugglin', slingin' that crack rock 

Jugglin', keepin' them crack spots bubblin' 

Downtown swinga! 

I'm international! 

Bell ringin'! 

International! 

Downtown swingin'! 

I'm international! 

Bell ringin'! 

International! 

Downtown swingin'! 

I'm ready willing and I'm able 

Records run worldwide like cable 

With rough sounds to shut down your whole record label 

Comin' at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum 

M.O.P. comin' at them! 

Makin' soloist acts and rap crews retire 

We bring it to 'em raw and my squad start to fire 

It's a gunman's festival 

Still turnin' all fools to vegetables 

You're fuckin' with professionals 

My people desire the line of fire. Kid, there's two options 

You either get the fuck up out of Dodge or get to poppin' 

I'm stoppin herbs from rockin' fake hip-hoppin' 

Gangster boy boppin' is fuckin' up the game 

I and Fame, Claim, Downtown is on 

The underworld's pearls sittin' on the throne 

It's on!, and you niggas be killin' me 

Facin' relativity you can see the downtown swingas!