G Building Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 

I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?) 

Me bitch (who dat?) 

The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? 

I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic 

'Cause when I'm spittin', I'ma split your shitit 

When I aim, yo you try to get a name 

But ain't, provin' a thang 

I'm still doin' my thang,(go head) bells they still ring (uh huh) 

Now who the lame that wan' tango with lil fame 

Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane 

(Ah!) how you like me now? 

That "kool moe p" shit, nigga, put it down 

Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud 

When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child 

Made the church people on your block want to move out 

I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out 

Why? 'cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist 

We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up 

You gotta get it, 'cause you now listen 

Dump off your body 'til your whole family die fishin'? 

The street mayor, ghetto street playa' 

Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa' ass cheek flare 

Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame 

But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with fame 

'Cause I'm a machine gun Kelley, clappa dude 

Write my name across your belly, yap a dude! 

Ain't no escapin' these streets I'm raised in 

It's so amazin', we still blazin' 

Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin 

They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement 

Wit' yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in 

So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between 

So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American (slash!) pretty boy 

First fam, ridiculous 

Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust 

Them false dudes can't get wit' us 

Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough 

First fam, ridiculous 

Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us 

'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', 

Mashin'! 

I done figured it out (what's that?) 

They don't want us to shine (true) 

You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron 

I still got it, for when I'm facin' situations like this 

You dissin'? I'm hittin' 

Listen, is it me or the industry to understand 

I'm a whole different breed of man 

Bill danze, Brownsville, Bronx 

And I'm servin' double and single shots on the rocks, nigga (ah!) 

What! who gon' tame me 

I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me 

You can look at me strangely 

Keep yappin' at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me 

First family trainee, take what's mine 

'99 is my time to shine, that's that 

(Take it easy) fuck that, I'm ready yo 

I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio 

Fizzy wo', (suckas never played us) 

They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus 

In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place 

They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist 

Shut up! shut up! now you want to show love 

You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs 

Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it 

So I crept up, stepped up, got to it (fire!)