Pounds Up Red 40 Feat Mop Lyrics - Mop

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Ooh.. yeah..
Come on! ooh..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah..

[ lil' fame ]
Why y'all niggas is sis' to xxxx 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 xxx 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 xxx xxxxx don't you
My family strong your mams don't need so stop breathing'
Before you cats and you xxx 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 xxxxxxxxxxxx (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 xxxxxxx with now
Now kill-a-kill again with an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin stop xxxxxxx with me

[ chorus ] [ 2x ]

[ lil' fame ]
It's an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day xxxxxxxxxxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxxxxxxxxx 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!

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