M.o.p. - Get The f** Outta Here lyrics

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M.o.p. - Get The f** Outta Here lyrics

Firing Squad n***a! Hahahaha.. Oh! Oh! Hahahahahahaha - AIY, AIY! Firing Squad n***a! One time, one time Geah, n***a - n***a! Rock roller, rock roller Tim [?] in the building, in the building [Verse One: Billy Danze] Now look, you n***az that want to be crooks You shook, I'm fired out of BK n***a When I got ahold of some trap, I took it way back Let 'em [?] claim as I lean in my Cadillac If you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue I might be a little tight, and I might have my pistol The same n***az you see goin up, you'll see 'em comin down You'll be left in the streets, f**in 'round like "ANTE UP!" Don't get it f**ed up or twisted Cause you'll be, f**ed up, and twisted And shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle As a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles These n***az wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck With n***az throwin up, you lookin like like WHO DA fu*k? And how you gon' handle, not bein able to come through Your k**ers and the vandals can't stand you Cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you You wonder what it's about When it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you Firing Squad, we raise hell And will prevail [Chorus: M.O.P.] [Fame] So what you do now, act like a b**h n***a? [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Fame] Oh you wanna kick off a cliff n***a? [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Fame] These n***as is out to slaughter ya, murder yo' a** [Fame] And you ain't gon' do sh*t n***a [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Fame] Where the f** are your morals homey? [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Fame] Where the f** is your balls at? [Fame] We was raised by G's [Fame] Think I'ma let you disregard that? [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Fame] It'll be a cold day in hell b**h [Will] Get the f** outta here! [Verse Two: Lil' Fame] f** you, in the hemlock position, Duke my name ain't Richie Rich Be a n***a deal witcha sh** and stop actin b**hy b**h You know the reason that the game gone bad It's cause you forgot who gave you the car Quick to help you build your {?}, truly yours Fame! Look, Fam in my name Mark, Laze and Jamal got a jam in my name I defy for the true aces But you gon' have me done stab you in both of your face You two-faced b**h! Keep talkin bout me bad You gon' need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up With pieces of yo' a**! I'll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box So either we can pop shots, that's how OG'z do it on my block Cause violence, is the universal language NAH n***a, you done picked the wrong n***a to bang with Glock pop, we'll murder ya, B'Ville n***a You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang! [ad libs] [Chorus] [ad libs]