M.o.p. - Riding Through lyrics

Geah, who got the weed up in this motherf**er man? You already know what it is n***a, yo, yo whattup M.O. It's the world's famous, M.O.P. Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through n***az better know how to act when I'm riding through Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through The hood throwin' it up when we riding through Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through Let me enlighten you motherf**ers on my conspiracy theory They got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me They said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me And never break bread with this family who take care of me Just keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too Don't make me pick up my sh** and spit, none of these flames at you We breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do We keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do Dude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures And cobras, and these n***az'll cut yo' a** homey And the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick You might wanna get in line or get k**ed in this f*ggot sh** You f*ggot b**h, n***a you done got all flossy and glossy And that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn It's like the kind of brokenest n***az infected your frame It's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all It's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through n***az better know how to act when I'm riding through Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through The hood throwin' it up when we riding through Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through I'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through You don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu I dump five at you and wouldn't give a f** who see me I get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini Ain't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that n***a you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous n***az From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark At your tough a**, get the f** from 'round here with that kind of talk This is Brook-Nam n***a and I'm Mo' P'd up G'd up, dude gon' f** around and get beat up 'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol Homey my n***az ain't worried 'bout y'all 'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause And spit more than 16 at yo' a** and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through n***az better know how to act when I'm riding through Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through The hood throwin' it up when we riding through Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts I move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know n***a Yo, my Timbs'll f** your Gators up You'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' n***a Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it f** the alarm, Doc cause a power outage Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour Pop my collar, Doc a rider Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana Lil' Fame got the llama I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama Who said Redman don't be in the hood? I'm true to the game, n***a I bet Terry would I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood So it's only right n***a, you ante up Yo first family, when I'm riding through I keep a shotgun n***a about the size of you Brick City ain't poppin', we lied to you It's like livin' with ten n***az, hide your food Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through n***az better know how to act when I'm riding through Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through The hood throwin' it up when we riding through Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through Yeah, M.O.P. them some hard a** n***az, n***a Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools The first time I bumped into M.O.P. and sh** I was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet I was drivin' my moms little Chevette and sh** And I knew, Scoob Lover and sh** and Scrap Lover And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York Drivin around the Coca Cabana and sh** I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef With somebody in the club So he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him And he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame And we drove around the block and sh** Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out Started buckin in the air like, "Who wanna jump me now?" 'Cause I think some n***az tried to jump him And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer Ready to let loose And we ain't even know each other from door Then he came out with M.O.P. That's how I knew they were some hard a** n***az, that sh** was real And then they started gettin' paper, damn