M.o.p. - n**gaaahhh lyrics

[Intro] Old man: I know these n***as ain't out here trying to start no motherf**ing block party M.O.P.: Come on! Oh! Old man: This is sh** is outta contr- you motherf**ers better turn this music down. Listen, I'm tired of you young a** Marxmen n***as. Man, I'll go and get my motherf**ing ratchet and I'll bust a cap in that a**. Listen, if you young a** n***as ain't off my stoop by the time I get back, I'ma air your a** out [Verse One: Lil Fame] I Love myself I ain't sh** f** yo' self Cause you let fakes and snakes And them imposters sit back and make an a** out ya Fizroy Jamal ask about ya And he said to get back at him And get back at him Fizroy show 'em where you stand cause these n***as is getting out of hand Okay...I Murder your staff, murder your squad, straight dirty your shirt Pop three up in back from afar You get a brand new 2003 hearse courtesy of Jamal (Chrome rims and all) You heard n***a did I stutter? Semi-automatic plugger Uh, stressed in the gutter Left with a hole in your back 'bout the size and the shape Jigga made with his hands on the Dynasty cover Mr. Banger Call that anger Seems to me you got low self esteem in ya gangsta b**h boy You don't want war So please stop telling me you k** duke, you sound unsure You know who the family is (It's the M.O.P. it is) The Brownsville animal kid And the cat you allegedly k**ed, incredibly ill So whoever you bring better be real Fizzy Wo' [?] [Hook] When you see me you see all my (n***as!) I don't give a f** about none of you (n***as!) Don't say it to her just say it to me (n***a!) Don't say it to him just say it to me (n***a!) As a matter of fact, f** all of you (n***as!) The meat man will come and get all of you (n***as!) I'm tired of f**ing around with you young a** (n***as!) Punk a** (n***as!) f** y'all (n***as!) [Verse Two: Billy Danze] I love myself (Do you really? Do you hear me when I tear you out your back, do you feel me?) Hell yeah, I travel and the O.G. secrets I show love to all thugs when I'm always on defense (You gotta watch these leeches They carry nines in they waistline in the back by they spine when they creeping) I got 'em (No warning shots?) sh** When I let off, I plan to knock a motherf**er head off Bonk, bonk, bonk! I spit three before his grip get firm Bonk, bonk! And two more at whoever act like they concerned Bonk! One to let him wonder if I'm empty (You got sixteen left) I hope he tempt me Now Bonk! That's to let him know it can get drastic Bonk! That's for trying to detour the traffic Bonk! That's cause you a straight f*ggot ba*tard Bonk! That's your Easy Pa** to a casket Bonk! That's for acting like you don't know the name Bonk! That's for acting like this sh** is a game Bonk! That's for closing your eyes when you aim Bonk! That's for trying to f** with Lil' Fame Now, no (no!), body (body!) (nobody) Will eat Nobody will sleep We running the street You might wanna pick your weight up (And pick your eight up) Before you get your a** ate up, straight up P.S [Hook] Now that you see me, you see my (n***as!) I told you not to f** with me and my (n***as!) You can f** with her don't f** with me (n***a!) You can f** with him don't f** with me (n***a!) Like I said before, motherf** you (n***as!) I slap the snot, blood and ideas outta all you (n***as!) I had to bring it to you little sissy a** Pissy a** b**hy a** f** y'all! f** all you [Outro: Old drunk man] Aye I-aye. Come here man. Come here. Come here baby. Give me five dollars baby. I want to get me a pint of Georgia Vodka. I mean, you know, Smirnoff or something. A, a little Smirnoff. Come on baby I ain't never hurt nobody. Just saying. Damn n***a. All I want is a taste. n***a it just a taste. What the f** wrong with you? I ain't like you n***a anyhow. Aye Graddy, Graddy. Get my motherf**ing ratchet. f** y'all