M.O.P. - Face Off (Produced by DJ Premier)

Added: Sep 25, 2008

From: AMAruofAssassinz

Duration: 4:8

2 insane beats by Premo, off M.O.P.'s album "Warriorz" Lyrics: Billy Danze] Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly) I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be So I switched the game around, and now it's on me (You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be (You're still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest ?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness.. Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd you stop for? Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel! As I struggle to get my hands, on a dollar today I think back about cats, that have passed away That's why I feel more cursed than blessed And I wonder what in this world, more worse than stress I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin out my chest I smoke too many ciggarettes; and the Remi won't wash away the pain or get, strain off my brain See it's the way, we, roll down here, stroll down here A shootout, is like a common cold out here That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all When it's crunchtime on the frontline, I will blast at y'all I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I HAD to brawl It's where I realized it's a cold world, after all You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit (You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page; able to tame my rage A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge A little bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage Take a look at me now; a born winner In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me (For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill again! {*beat changes*} [Lil' Fame] You are now tuned in to the Works of Mart Take two steps back it's gon' hurt you pah! Who the fuck talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal? This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted like bamboo with no trees in it Fall back, motherfucker you can't beat me It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini We came into the game with some change for (??) fear Two Phillies, a dime bag, and a forty ounce of beer Now look at him, they hittin the scene slow Who grindin, who thieves, but I'm lookin mean yo with a gangster lean though, big dog in it With my chrome ten inch hubcaps, but I keep 'em clean doe I know the pros and cons so I married the game Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name I'm in the streets like a dopefiend with a shoppin cart filled Double (??), who the fuck gon' stop Fame? Y'all niggaz keep waitin til they pop Fame And hold your breath while you wait bitch, I got game Niggaz ain't feelin the Fame bitch? Stop dreamin I'm the shit that felt good comin out of my pop's semen Hit the streets and thug with me No matter how disgruntled you sound nigga, you can't fuck with me Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow But look bitch, I'ma let you know now You fuckin with thugs, what the fuck you think this was? I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah-heh! I ain't clappin over your head I'ma make sure I pop somethin through ya Givin motherfuckers ulcers with lead Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead Motherfucker

Channel: Music

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