M.o.p. - Whats Good lyrics

[Intro] Uh! f** with a f** n***a You know, you know what i'm saying Doing like that we doing it like that f** a hater [Verse 1:] I take em out with a fader no love for em [?] in his place why they mommas ain't abort them I can cough on them feel like you got hit by four men No bullsh**ting feel like you got hit by four men Live from the reservoir the departed call me the underdog How the f** i'm under y'all Ma spit game insane check out ma catalog I did this ma [?] made this heart to heart f** a mic check 1-2 or yes yes y'all Change cheque pa pow crack yo gla** door You punk a** get what you asked for Next time n***a get you a head crash bar No joke, homie you will get smoked I come back to the cemetary start popping at your ghost Don't get it f**ed up thinking it's entertainment It's the marksman regime n***a, what you mean About your day steam you lean use your brain Cause sh** can change when you catch one of yo friends Helping the same [?] that set you house on flames Stop crying and watch yo f**ing mouth [?] I don't bullsh** you ever seen a full grip He knows [?] where the f** it's those who know sh** Ma flow sick if you getting noticed with the dope it's getting flowing And I don't need no motive let you know this how we rollin I'm a mother f**ing villan bringing down the building With ma Timothy [?] only know women and children I murder everything I touch i'm on the grim reaper I been deeper with or without a sick teacher I inhale and exhale on the microphones Same Way I do everytime when I light the war And this a rap mother f**er why you bang them [Chorus:] So whats good whats good Now f**er what's banging So whats good whats good Now homie what's popping [?] that sh** on these mothers there's no stopping Whats good whats good Homie now what's rocking f** all these doctors move his body in a coffin So whats good whats good Now homie what's popping [?] that sh** on these mothers there's no stopping Whats good whats good [x5] [Verse 2:] Yo the game has been transform [?] by labels to black hawk But now the goons are in the place start taking your hats off Rap goon music the most amazing of platforms But the flow so dark it would make Veda look pale with a mask on Sickest of problems cause he's sparker than the broadway One s**er artist perform and person us in the wrong way True artist have their portrait they don't need to work hard They're too busy walking their chihuahuas on their off days Dont be prima donnas in a dark place Tongue much sharper than a [?] hansel forged blade All praise second the cold snowman Make yo equals smaller than a harpered dick in the cold ocean It's obvious it's not a threat it's a promise While you sit and do nothing I demolish sh** i'm atomic Come follow us i'm in love with all the tits that [?] Ever rhyme is like a Leonardis cake of the stomach [Verse 3:] n***a I'm from Saratoga avenue I ain't with the games Came up around k**ers i'm different from you lames M.O.P blast em ya'll know we bang Having traces of wicked in ma veins The realest Gorilla n***as know to keep it in their lane I'm like riddling n***a my adrenaline is the same The more getter the come the more harder they get The more gangster it is I'm honoured to spit head shots aimed at the collar bone Patience i'm casing the place waiting on homes Mother f**er owe me something I don't want the throne And you ain't gotta hand me sh** I get it on my home My status is well above average Cla** A Ya'll n***as are past gay i'm damn near savage Here we do it the raw way B.K Gangsta, n***a all day all day [Chorus] [Outro] From the soul ya'll Hold they sh** down We we we doing it like that You, you know what i'm saying We go make sh** precise and drop bombs in a second [Scratching] - doing it like that [Scratching] - we doing it like that