Pounds Up Lyrics - M.o.p.

Ooh.. yeah.. 

Come on! Ooh.. 

Yeah.. yeah.. 

Yeah.. 

[ Lil' Fame ] 

Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Lil' Fame 

I analyze the streets, spit real game 

I'll blast on you as you pass on through 

Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you 

I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip 

And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now 

How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me 

Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ] 

Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with 

The hand full of niggas that I came with 

I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan 

For the man if you ever caught me slipping 

You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you 

But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you 

My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing' 

before you cats and you ass get deleted 

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ] 

Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here 

You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year 

Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) 

We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga 

[ Billy Danze ] 

Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at 

(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack 

(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that 

(We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that 

With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard 

We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard 

So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back 

with holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back 

Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker 

I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops 

And made 'em holler ten-thirteen 

It's the commander, Danze, hands, down 

You need to know who you fucking with now 

Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win 

An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me 

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ] 

[ Lil' Fame ] 

It's an every day thing in a every day game 

More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!) 

It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit 

It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit 

I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone' 

In this full blown (blown), bitch, 

M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus 

and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers 

[ Billy Danze ] 

Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out, 

Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum) 

Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets 

Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me 

The way this streetgame is going is concerning me 

Whatever happened to the old days 

we all blaze, we all study criminal ways 

[ Chorus ] [ 2x ] 

Nigga! 

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Nigga!