M.o.p. - Facing Off lyrics

Come on, come on Rap dudes, let's rap Rap dudes Yeah, (laughing) Yeah, come on motherf**a Yea i gave ya a hour n***a But now i want my sh** back Bring it to ya a** Fizzy wo mack, l.a. I'm a continue to bring it to ya a** Motherf**a [lil fame] Welcome me back b**h n***a, it's the rapper dude (slash) No actor dude (brownsville), snap a dude You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another n***a drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude B-boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool Any and every individual, this can happen too We move on n***as, rip two's on n***as Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i'm out Silly motherf**as gettin carried away But they f** around with fame and get carried away Cuz i'm a n***a of the earth, n***a of sea n***a of the sky, the fire, m.o.p. I'm a front big willie, like i'm runnin this game What i can play, lil fame like a mothaf**a Say why ya rollin, i'm patrolin, man god on steel Who the f** you think you are n***a? ron o'neal? (f** outta here) All i really need is respect, that's what i'm mention for (b**h) What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo? And when it jump off don't ask did he know Because he knows who the f** i am, fizzy woe Magnificent, baby [beat changes] Firing squad One of a kind n***a, top of the line n***as, divine n***as illest My n***as You know my steez n***a, you know my steez M.o.p., fizzy woe [billy danze] Yo i'm a brownsville native junior, i'm talkin born and raised That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze (first family) suffer for days (come on) And we inheritin them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of n***as that i call upon team By the time i was thirteen (thirteen) I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby It's like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line (soldier boy) rapid fire the greatest of all time We 'em dance, waitin for shaq to get back (welcome home my n***a) I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know i exist; That's why my point is gettin missed I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros [laughing] n***a Ha ha *several alarms heard*