- M.O.P. stand clear 歌詞
- Adam F M.O.P.
- Stand Clear （Explicit） （Feat. M.O.P.） - Adam F
B**ch B**ch B**ch
Yeaaaah motherfuuuucker
Feel the First Family energy alright
Remember me Lil'Fame raps ni**as
To tunes of Kenny G
I compose the rugged I woulda written yo'sh*t too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget
Dude f** k it
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M O P ban orders I show you ni**az Faces Of Death
Manslaughter liver than camcorder
My salutants polluting this quick to shoot a b**ch
I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming
'YEAH WE LIKE IT RAW'
All wacks'll get the best of it
Right
Give 'em the rest of it
Saluting on tour autographing b**ches'breasteses
It's the legendary M O P we put it down
Everywhere we go
But you don't hear me though
Stand clear notice ain't nothing
But soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause heavy metal sh*t
Quick grip settle it
B**CH Die for the cause
It's elementary for a quarter of a century
In and outta penitentiaries
I survive I am a survivor G
Got more slick sh*t with me than MacGyver see
I'm your rivalry cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL
Yes awh
When I'm in the G-men stanze
It's impossible to touch Danze
I got a deranged temper with a short fuse
I don't know what you thought but you gon'lose
I'm bad news saying turn me loose
Since Tupac got popped who the f**k
You think got the Juice
Bill Danze （DO IT FOR YOUR PEOPLE）
I got automatics （RACK）
Will f**k up your ego in fact
Claim turf whenever the lama's quat
We hold down Brownsville
Like the motherf**king Tomahawks
Stand clear notice ain't nothing
But soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause heavy metal sh*t
Quick grip settle it
B**CH Die for the cause
Smack a moose upside ya head
Like Kobe when he mack in his broads
Your maveranage
Watch who you approach ni**a
'Fore you get smoked ni**a
I'm O G in this game coach ni**a
Straight loc'ni**a what the f** k you thought
You get caught in the middle
Tryna dribble on my court
When ni**as （ACT SWEET）
This ni**a （CLAP HEAT）
Jack you when you wouldn't
Put your brains in the backseat
I'm a give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
Why the f**k you playing games with me
Make a ni **a dust off his automatic
And bang what you thought kids
IS IT REALLY BILLY DANZE
Who the f**k you think it is
By the law of the street the best way to track his a**
Is to catch his a**（his a**）and to jack his a**
You ain't untouchable ni**a for what it's worth
I'm the greatest grimiest slimiest ni**a on earth
Stand clear notice ain't nothing
But soldiers up in here
Rhyme for the cause heavy metal sh*t
Quick grip settle it
B**CH Die for the cause
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