M.o.p.

M.o.p. - Crazy lyrics

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DO IT! Fuck, what the fuck huh?

DO IT! Yeah, yeah...

C'mon! Mo motherfuckin P

Don't let me tell you where I'm from (CROOK-NAM) we cain't stop here

We go to any other hood and set up shop there

Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there

If you lookin for brotherly love, it's not here

Shit's not fair, them young gun boys from (BROOK-NAM) run up

Inside of number spots here, we got it locked here, we kill cops here

I'm one of those niggaz you witness livin the music

It only takes me one point two seconds to lose it

My shit bang inside of gamblin spots where niggaz throw dice

It motivate 'em for the whole night, niggaz be so hype

Niggaz already know what my flow like

My shit inspire riots with the po-lice, imagine what my show like!

It's M.O.P. fo' life

You never heard a nigga that spit it like Lil' Fame in your whole life

I do it for the hood, I'm never loungin where the faggots at

I'm one of them savage cats, these motherfuckers is CRAZY

C'MON!

These motherfuckers is crazy

C'MON! Crazy (SING IT!)

These motherfuckers is CRAZY

I get it poppin like poppin a Oxycontin

In the Rotten Apple in Times Square at 12 o'clock

On New Year's, the crew's here, M.O.P. (nigga)

And S.T. (nigga) 1-2-3 (get 'em)

I got the KRS flow, mixed with Esco'

Pull a fresco, meet the 38 special

Turn dizzy, Lil' Fizzy and Bill with me

I'm still 50 levels ahead of these cats really

Billy Danze, CHECK, Lil' Fame, CHECK

Nine milli' fo'-fizzy big glizzy, CHECK

Get the fuck back pah, we them trap stars

Turned into rap stars, whippin the fast cars

Spittin them crack bars, grippin them black arms

Givin them bad scars we really is that hard

It ain't a facade, it's God in the MC

You wear me on your neck, and let your shit bleed

Religious people tat Term on they arm

Call me Allah, my story is the holy Qu'ran

I'm the God, I spit the sun moon and the stars

Say what you want, I'm a young Rakim with the bars

So, go ahead and think I'm too nice to do it

And say grace 'fore you bite the bullet (these motherfuckers is CRAZY)

Stand down 'fore I put your man down, homey Danze down like Nino

Stuck in the time, still doin crime like it's legal

Molestin the grind, just check how I climb over beats

I'm a beast, I especially shine for the streets

So I'm inclined on the yellow lines, y'all think it's deep

But to me, it's where I meet the homies all week

If you get with 'em you stick with 'em, you ain't gotta creep

And if you creep, it's awkward cause homey never sleep

I made it clear that's how you rock shit, y'all remember me

Switched lanes, I ain't never changed, forever (M.O.P.)

Yeah with uncontrollable wits, CEO in this bitch

And crocodiles and gators, you haters havin a fit

I'm levitatin and flowin, in my own zone

Drownin bottles of 'gnac, bringin it back home

You better know how to react, or get your shit blown

S-T dot Marx, nigga we get it on (these motherfuckers is CRAZY)

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