Lyrics:
a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O
Knowledge in his head, beats pump the red Geo
Tracker, and in it, we get much blacker
Ride around town running down
to the tortured
Blazon stone
Break the chains of torment
Madness causing pain
Can't be the fate that rules the game
Corruption, hate and treason the evil we
Yeah!! (ooh shit!)
You know who the fuck this is?
It's the hardest, spittin'...
M.o.p.
[Chorus]
Warrior! come out and play nigga!
I'm callin'
line dialectic
Dig the perspective
Of an open minded skeptic
Where you're skeptical
Looks don't count
Better off judging by rhymebooks
And share
shoot him
Like I'm fresh in the game
Just reppin' my name
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
You know my name
Shit I was on the block
Wit
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Town clock echo splits the night,
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels
the rules to all these games
Hoes flock when money comes
Bitch is you insane?
She just out here tryna get it
You can't fuck away your pain
Who am I kiddin', I
met day one
Kids in the garden' playin' games havin' fun
Excitin' and amazin' havin' a real friend of mine
Feel my heartbeat and for real I ain't
and a scholar
So the money straight range from hood to white collar
By any means, this is the theme I will follow
M.O.P. forever the team, our honor
You
know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
were up to no good at all
It was so good til the fall
What's the matter with loving you
Been out for one or two moves in the games you been playing
I
so don't knock ah nigga off his grove
I'm not ah handyman but I keep all kinda tools
If you say you know the game den play it by the rules
I run wit
playa
Say now, me and my girl going to play now
Ready to play with you any day now
Play by, my rules boo and you going to stay high
May I, rase my
Drips To Water
don't talk about my volume, I stays turnt up, total devestator, to the drip accumulator
calculate the science, don't be blinded by
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
Manifested, they can't forget us (nah, nah)
Seen this shit was comin', looked to you like I was Terry Linen (yeah)
Baby, you're the game, finesse the rules
Quay Dash :
It’s a new day
Fuck what a bitch gotta say
Ima do need to Quay
Take this 5k
Looking pretty sitting by the bay
It be K/O/K/A
We do
school deal
Tied to the game by Steve Lobell
So we always win, don't receive no L's
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows no love and be
Let's get a bit acquainted
Hey, it's t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow
Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow
and conquer
[Brolik]
D O S dead on sight whenever we meet
Wanted for murder what'd you do? I done killed another beat
Ash that before you pass that what is you
hustlin and pedalin
Whoever you are, I know your type by far
Have some respect and keep that act up to par
The rules of my game for your protection
didn't ring, I am sir
A sweet young thing, once a romancer
I didn't really fancy her, so build equality
I get a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O
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