M.o.p. - Stress Ya'll lyrics

rate me

KICK ASS!

First Family!

[Chorus: M.O.P.]

Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all

M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all

So these niggaz can't touch y'all

FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y'all

[Verse One: Billy Danze]

Good evening, you contaminated semen

I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin)

I notice you been schemin, on the First Family

(Family) Disbelieving we're

(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)

Yes yes y'all!

I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song

You motherfuckers got it all wrong!

I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya

We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia

I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell

And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches

As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night

It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve

but I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time)

Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin

I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs

We appreciate the fake love

Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son

Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]

I'm bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!)

When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero

I'm not just a rap AR-tist

I'm also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)

And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)

Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist

(Now that's an artist!) I leave 'em left out

with his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out

(No doubt!) I still do the same thing

Streey life is still a Fame game

What you thought the game changed?

I hang out and break day until the street lights go off

Or the heat pipe go off (BOOM!)

It's what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!)

What's the sound when the steel pop? (BOOM!)

Bitch! I will dismiss you

You got issues, deal witcho issues

I look 'em dead in the face, pop one in 'em

and knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake

I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all, and creep back through

And if he's stretched I'm like yes yes y'all

[Chorus x2]