M.o.p.

M.o.p. - Forever & Always lyrics

rate me

Fuck 'em! Yeah

This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez

I'm a tell you this

(Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely)

I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga

Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time)

It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy)

Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind)

Show off! Show off!

I'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always

To Saratoga Ave., forever and always

(Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me

Of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways

Psssssss, I was left in the hood

With a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate

(BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi'

My childhood friends gone, body after body

(DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me

Hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami

With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me

Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy

Nobody to trust besides me

Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly

(This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all

I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo

Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely

Come and see me some ti-time, time

It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy

To push me, right out of your mind

YEAH! Uhh

Brooklyn, New York, forever and always

As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways

To focus and become a commodity someday

While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay

(Forever and always) perfectin the grind

While tryin to become one of those expected to shine

And that's a small percentage, it's vintage

For niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings

To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us

The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us

(NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us

Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it

Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in

They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em

Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more

I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war

(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)

It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always

St. Marx Ave., forever and always

(1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me

Of them old times back in the hallways

With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer)

My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer

Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler

Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS

The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us

Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us

Way before them people in Japan was discussin us

And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us

Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us

The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up

(You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball

With them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw

(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)

It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always

St. Marx Ave., forever and always

(1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me

Of them old times back in the hallways

With the radio bumpin EPMD's...

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