Brooklyn Jersey Get Wild Lyrics - Mop

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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
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 xxxxxxx 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 bringin
Spark up a l while you got the m.o.p. xxxx bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga represent that
You see i really meant that for the memories i left back
Lil fame never was a shady xxx nigga
When it was on we scar fools and a gravy xxx nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[fizzy woe mack] that was my nigga

Chorus

[treach]
You did ya hit you had to do most
Five minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show and watch ya get sumo
Doin this xxxx since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit i flip up flops and xxxx flows
I xxxx up ya fun and they don't care who the xxxx knows
I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
Before i take out my garbage i frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the xxxxx outta niggas on wax
What with m.o.p.

(several names and xxxx shouted out)

Chorus

Hook

Yea salute salute

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