M.O.P. - Put it in the air
Tekst :
Yo! C mon, c mon
[Fame] It s the M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
[Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
[both] M, dot O, dot P
FIYAH! FIYAH!
[Chorus One: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Now, fill yo cups up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Lift yo drinks up and (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
I m feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
[Verse One: Lil Fame]
Bust down, bust any mic you hand to me
I m Fitzroy nigga (what) First Family
Mo P s, guns mo bigga
B.K. up in this bitch, what nigga?
(STOMPDASHITOUTU!) Don t mess with I
Just relax yourself pah, you don t wanna
get your Mets hat twisted, gets fo-fifted
Hot blow poppin, get forklifted
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
I was a fiend... you can ask my home team
Before I fell in love with the gnac, I puffed green
Always focused and double toasted
When the shit pop off in the club, we ownzed it
So now, y all niggaz get down (LAY DOWN)
And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and split rounds (OH!)
Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P) dot
We rock, hip-hop, awkward, stompin
[Chorus Two: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Roll up your trees and (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Puff puff, pass (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
I m feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with
Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
[Verse Three: Lil Fame]
Fuck y all, we rude, call dick, in the middle of Times Square
Get down or lay down, bitch boy, this our year
Last summer we jammed, but this summer we hittin
Totin Bernie Macs for all y all summabiches
In the hood where it s ugly (it s ugly!)
I m sick with the pen, fuck it just call me Iceberg Charlie
The illest the realest Brownsvillest the shit ll never stop
It s (Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks
[Verse Four: Billy Danze]
You can find me on the back block, e rybody know me
I m admired by the homey that s runnin the crack spot
I love to see the shorties with a little G in em
It s like lookin in the mirror I see a little me in em
Stop buggin, the homey said dig him (I never dug him)
He disrespected this family long enough so I ll slug him
(WARRIORZ!) We earn our respect (SHIT)
Cut through your projects with shiny objects (NOW)
[Chorus One]
M.O.P. - Dead and gone
Tekst :
Hook:
When I m dead and gone, you won t be alone
When I m edad and gone
Verse 1:
O.G. Boom Bang (that s my nigga), that s right
I told you knuckle build with skil, love you after life
And since your death, everythings changed
The family ain t the same, shit seems strange
I started beef with you, use to eat with you
Sleep with you, creep with you, I got use to seeing you
But I ain t smashed up, I ain t mad at cha
I know some day we all all gonna be up in that pasture
But anyway, we finally got some ends
Princess Imani will be blessed with them diamonds and gems
Just like we always planned, so salute, to ya troop
Tribute from your man Billy Danz I love you
Hook:
When we get there you won t be alone, when I m dead and gone
Verse 2:
Yo, the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, I m surrounded by my peers
There I lay, day after day has been a struggle for the man
But when I m put six feet under, will my son understand?
This is some, ILL shit, that we DEAL with, because
Caps get pealed QUICK, and we be dealin with some real shit
It s like a universal cycle, I m a disciple
You could be left not breathing even if you walking with your bible
So when m body hit that soil and sinkin
I m gonna be lookin right over my son, even when I m dead and stinkin
A legacy is left behind, for mine
So he can stay strong, so that he can move on, when I m dead and gone
Hook:
The way the world is going it won t be too long, when I m dead and gone
I m on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it up
Verse 3:
So kid, don t think you alone, when your daddy s all gone
Cause I won be resting in peace till I see you grown
Carry on, nothing else could come above you
You best believe I love you, I wouldn t of brought you in this world of
struggle
There s only two places to go, heaven or hell, well only God alone
Will know, where I dwell, so stay tight, keep your head right
It ll be alright, you ll never be alone, when I m dead and gone
I be amoungst the fallen members of my family tree
(Baby Boy Brimmer) and my man Spuds McKenzy
Princly Roy and Big Mal, Lameef caught a beat
A cat with that Danzine smile
After I stopped breathing, I ain t leavin , cause I belive in
Achievin goals, through spiritial soul (REMEMBER)
Death is just a heart beat away
And if you live by the gun, you gonna die by the gun I love you
Hook:
When I m dead and gone, when I m dead and gone
The way this world is going it won t be to long
I m on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give itM.O.P. - Downtown swinga 96
Tekst :
Billy Danze:
a yo what up sport, guess who back on the scene
The human being cannon with the infrared beam
before the song move on i m lettin you know
i m still in the ville and i m still lettin it go
So yo, Crews with your official rap dues
got genovese sayin who the fuck is that dude
the family
its M.O.P.
the world famous D-A-N-Z-INIE
usde your lethal and a swift
never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame
bringin back, hardcore raps to the atmosphere
me and my man makin hits with premier
you faggots ain t doin it right,
so here s the ??? from the FIRING SQUAD!, we re trigga nigga stripes
i m fishin the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right
my niggas is tight downtown swinga!
chorus
I M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INternational!
dowtnown swingin
I M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INTERNATIONAL!
downtown swingin
lil fame
CROOKLYN!
thats where it happen at nigga
true, bonafied thoroughbred hilfigga
CODE NAME! fizzy womack
breakin shakles,tackle yo ass like bo jack
its goin down i m feelin it, thrilin it killin it ITS OVER!
one soldier that moves militant
its lil fame ?????
so when i die make sure you bury me with a cassette of to tha death
its time to face you, LACE YOU!, erase you,
the movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you
I M INTERNATIONAL!
bell ringin
INTERNATIONAL!
downtown swingin, comin to bust gats
when i bust raps i keep heads bobbin
doin this for crooklyn mobbin and robbin
STRUGGLIN, slingin that crack rock
JUGGLIN, keepin then crack spots bubblin
DOWNTOWN SWINGA!
chorus
lil fame:
i m ready wiling and i m able
records run worldwide like cable
with rough sales to shut down your whole record label
commin at this whole industry and wouldn t give a fuck if you re platinum
M.O.P COMMIN AT THEM!
makin soloist acts and rap crews retire
we bring it to em raw and my squad start to fire
its a gunman s festival
still turnin all fools to vegetables
you fuckin wit professionals
billy danze:
my people desire the line of fire, kid its to options
you either get the fuck up out of dodge or get to poppin
i m stoppin herbs from rockin, FAKE HIP HOPPIN
gangster boy boppin is fuckin up the game
i and fame
claim
downtown is on
the underworlds pearls settin on the throne
ITS ON!, and you niggas be killin me
facin relativity you can see the DOWNTOWN SWINGAS!