Fizzy Womack - Put it in the Air lyrics

Marxmen! [M.O.P.] C'MON! YAOW! YO! C'MON, C'MON! It's the M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P -- FIYAHH! FIYAHH! [Lil' Fame] It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me I'm Fitzroy n***a (WHAT) First Family Mo. P's, guns mo' bigga B.K. up in this b**h - WHAT ni**a? "Stompdash**outu!" Now that's whattup Just relax yourself pa, you don't wanna Get yo' Mets hat twisted, get fo'-ifted Hot balls poppin, gettin forklifted [Billy Danze] I was a fiend; you can ask my Home Team Befo' I fell in love with the 'gnac I puffed green Always focused and double toasted When the sh** pop off in the club we host it So now, y'all n***as get down (LAY DOWN) And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and spit rounds Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P) Dot we drop hip-hop awkward, stompin [Hook One: M.O.P.] Roll up your trees and PUT IT IN THE AIR! Puff puff, pa**, PUT IT IN THE AIR! Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR! I'm feelin like f** 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! [Lil' Fame] f** y'all with RuPaul dick, in the middle of Times Square Get down or lay down, b**h boy, this our year Last summer we jammed but this summer we hittin Totin Bernie Macs for all y'all summa'biches In the hood where it's ugly (IT'S UGLY) I trip with the pen, f** it just call me Iceberg Chubby The illest the realest Brownsvillest the sh**'ll never stop In Brooklyn - home of the pine box [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 lil' G in 'em It's like lookin in the mirror I see a lil' me in 'em Stop buggin the homey said dig 'em (I never dug 'em) He disrespected this Family long enough so I slug him WARRIORZ! We earn our respect (sh*t) We come through yo' projects with shiny objects [Hook Two: M.O.P.] Now, fill yo' cups up, PUT IT IN THE AIR! Lift your drinks up and PUT IT IN THE AIR! Get'cha head back baby, PUT IT IN THE AIR! I'm feelin like f** 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! [Jay-Z] You 'bout to witness the most intelligent ignorant sh** You gonna hear in the miserable life that you livin; I hope that you diggin it I ain't no dif-fer-ent from any n***a livin in the hood Whose attitude is "I wish a n***a would" Your fam might as well kiss you goodbye, they'll miss you for good No more Mr. Nice Guy, listen to the hook PUT IT IN THE AIR! Homey I'll put you in the air Feel the fury of a feather trigger n***a if you near The I gets sparked, Allah-u Akbar Can't even save you I will break you what you high on puff? I k** n***as with my own thoughts Yeah I'm guilty as charged, n***a it's my own fault Homey you walkin through hell with nylon socks, my nine pump cough I'll make you wind up in the basement with DJ Satan Your boy got the crown n***a, my replacement ain't been born yet Y'all realize this ain't a song yet? [Hook Two] [Ad libs to end]