Chyno - O.P.P. lyrics

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Chyno - O.P.P. lyrics

[Intro 1: Naughty by Nature] You down with O.P.P.? [Yeah, you know me!] You down with O.P.P.? [Yeah, you know me!] You down with O.P.P.? [Yeah, you know me!] [Intro 2] This 23-year old man is reading his will His name is Tariq He's a suicide bomber He's determined to die and chooses the next available target His mission is secretly filmed [Verse 1] They f**ing with O.P.P That's Other People's Property How they gonna promise me peace When freedom a monopoly? They sell me my house to the highest bidder Walls outside but the spies within us I can't cry gotta hide these rivers Show my wife there's still life within us Cold inside, just like our winters Cold inside, how we like our winners Martyrs, widows, armies, militias Friendly, malicious, blind by k**ing You idolize sinners, I'll take a ride with 'em To symbolize freedom, I'll dive into hell With all the fire there, I'll find some light in it Strap it to my chest, light the dynamite in us BOOM, I'm taking my life away They tryna take it anyway, right? Sheikh gonna pay my family More than my job'll ever pay, right? Modern day hero, pictures up on Martyr day, see my self on heaven's gate Don't see a better way to die! Might as well be today, right? Don't care bout the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die Ain't looking forward to nothing but I ain't looking behind So f** the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die Cuz when you bout to blow up, all you do is look to the sky And say: Bismillah Say my grace, and pay respect Martyrdom is at my door Facing d**h, I'll take a breath Then say: Allahu Akbar No sin if it's them who want war Martyrdom is at my door ...so La Illaha illa Llah [Verse 2] Now we f**ing with O.P.P We Over Playing Politics How you gonna promise me peace You can't, so I'm a take control of this Wrap that "kufiyyeh" round my neck Then strap that bomb on my chest Make sure the trigger hand is the left, don't want The hand I live with be the same for d**h Uh...am I making sense? Uh...do the little things matter? Uh...will it make me cleansed? Or is this baptism with fire? Shrapnel flying, that are Made from recycled iron, wired With home-made explosives, but I make the choices So my weapons are either faith or logic BOOM, they taking my life away Like I wanna take it anyway, right? Sheikh can pay my family But can't save them from agony, right? Father's Day Zero, picture will all Fade away, might as well be a memory Sure there's a better way to die But might as well be today, right? Don't care bout the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die Ain't looking forward to nothing but I ain't looking behind So f** the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die Cuz when you bout to blow up, all you do is look to the sky So f** the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die Ain't looking forward to nothing but I ain't looking behind So f** the who, what, where and why Today's a good day to die The trigger on my left hand, and the Quran to my right [Outro: Bob Dylan] Yes, 'n' how many d**hs will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind