Facing Off Lyrics - M.o.p.

Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes 

Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga 

But now I want my shit back, bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A. 

I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass, motherfucka 

Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude 

(Slash) 

No actor dude, snap a dude 

(Brownsville) 

You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol 

We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin' you 

And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you 

Another nigga drop, tryin' to stop drug traffic dude 

Be-Boy's employed decoys just to trap a fool 

Any and every individual this can happen too 

We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas 

'cause ain't no tellin' what them fellas about 

I remain in the cut, comprehendin' ya doubts 

Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out 

Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away 

But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away 

'cause I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of sea 

Nigga of the sky, the Fire, M.O.P. 

I'm a front big Willie like I'm runnin' this game 

What I can play, Lil' Fame like a mothafucka 

Say why ya rollin', I'm patrolin', man God on steel 

Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? 

(Fuck outta here) 

All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for 

(Bitch) 

What you inchin' for, what ya flinchin' fo'? 

(Clack clack) 

And when it jump off, don't ask did he know 

Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe, magnificent baby 

Firing Squad, one of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas 

Divine niggas illest, My niggas, you know my steez nigga 

You know my steez, M.O.P., Fizzy Woe 

Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin' born and raised 

That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze 

(First Family) 

Suffer for days 

(Come on) 

And we inheritin' them criminal ways 

I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams 

And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team 

By the time I was thirteen 

(Thirteen) 

I got myself a 318 and startin' makin' moves, baby 

It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line 

(Soldier Boy) 

Rapid fire the greatest of all time 

We 'em dance, waitin' for Shaq to get back 

(Welcome home my nigga) 

I done made plans, 96% of this world don't know I exist 

That's why my point is gettin' missed 

I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll through the ghetto 

And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros, nigga