M.o.p. - Get Yours lyrics

rate me

Fame:

your off beat dj, everything he play, is all punk shit

Tell him to bump this

That old gorilla in the trunk shit

I’ma tip off the whole block,

I’m all I got, get yours

I call the shots, get yours

You call cops, ah

Them boy’s twats

when it gonna stop? come on nigga you a warlock, or not?

You ain’t a real killer, you just talk a lot about

Your coke spots about your dope spots about picking up bricks from the boat dock

about your bullet proof whips like the pope got

Danze:

Get clipped on your own block,

You hit a road block, it’s like Fort Knox

This is Brownsville homie, keep them both cocked

And we ain’t worried, legendary meaning won’t stop

We don’t stop, we fluid on the black top

And 1-5-4-5 still the back drop

Been there, done that, so whatever you got lock run that

Or get your snapshot sun back, ugly

Fame:

And they say New York city

What’s that, get yours, what’s that, get yours, what’s that

And we say New York city

Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that

Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk

Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some

If I ain’t stand up, you could call me punk

But I’m real so a bitch can’t call me one

Fame:

Dirty like a stolen black nine with a body on it

Don't nobody want it, I put my mama on it

Chrome, (teks?)so what the hell you probably find me on it

tools down to my kicks you know how I be on it

They saying them niggas fame and bill too aggressive

They say them M.O.P. boys is too reckless

ya niggas is P.U. with 2 s’es

And I ain’t never bought up a house for you (heffers?)

Danze:

You keep fucking around and we'll strech ya

Saratoga Ave., bet it, whole different texture

we all in the mix of the blitz while ya lecture

we in the thick of the shit with no pressure

Get it and go, you gettin' it raw, fishscale

Top of the line,kept on the low… M.O..

We outshine them niggas in prime time

deliver the bam! bam!, this undeniable grind

Fame:

And they say New York city

What’s that, get yours, what’s that, get yours, what’s that

And we say New York city

Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that

Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk

Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some

If I ain’t stand up, you could call me punk

But I’m real so a bitch can’t call me one

Fame:

I still stay in touch with the streets it’s spit thugerry

I stay sucker free, who wanna run with me

salute to the die hard fans that fuck with me

sparta marksman fuck around, loose a couple teeth

That’s what people want so we designed it raw with the snowgoons behind the boards

the paul bearers of hip hop

We carry ya whack ass off then bury ya, this is real heavy yall

marksman

Danze:

3 steps ahead of ya, 3 generations in so we bet it all

In the middle of the street where we set it off

Nigga really want a win he gotta get involved

M.O.P. dog we been awol,big hemi in my chest for the long haul

turning a nigga to mess is what i'm going for

Leaving hollows in his chest is what we cause

Fame:

And they say New York city

What’s that, get yours, what’s that, get yours, what’s that

And we say New York city

Fuck that, get yours, fuck that, get yours, fuck that

Cause if if was a fifth shit we'd all be drunk

Is something in your bottle nigga pour me some

If I ain’t stand up, you could call me punk

But I’m real so a bitch can’t call me one

Thanks to teflon for correcting these lyrics