M.o.p. - Brooklyn / Jersey Get Wild Lyrics

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Chorus: Treach

Till death do us, can't move us

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter

Holler if you hear this, realness

Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin

Steal shit

[Billy Danze]

Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]

Raised hell to alot of different degrees

And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms

To flare arms, whenever we fear harm

It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right

If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier

I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool

Come to teach the new school, true school jewels

I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude

I makes my own motherfuckin rules

So what's it gonna be, let me know

Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go

And we foul to eliminate these habits

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And the best way is to eliminate these faggots

All disrespect attended

To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented

And I'm no stranger, to danger

Dance with a strange man in a field with anger

Now ain't that ghetto, for ya

Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

Chorus

Hook: Treach

Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us

We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild

*repeated*

[Lil Fame]

Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire

Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire

Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]

See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot

Took alot, never took a shot

God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason

Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'

Reminisce on them feels I was

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