O.c.m.o.p. Lyrics - Singles - 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