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Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Bitch I'm a hot boy I ain't from New Orleans
Four hundred degrees tipping on D's
Don't run off will cut off

'cause that's who by me (we talkin')
I lay shit out, no deathbeds, plug shit up, no IV (woo)
Walk shit down like Michael Meyers, who the fuck gon' try

Masquerade

M.O.P.

Masquerade

2002

Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)

Yo, you're

Broad day, out the car with the mop sticks
Have you runnin' to your broad like, "Aw shit"
I'ma hitta by myself, you are not shit
1017 Glo Gang, these

at a kick back
In Ruger
Wipedown
Shooter
You better know
Where you at
Before the mop
Get him broomed up
Op said he gon do what
Im in my skinny jeans
These

Run it up
Better see Juno with bands
Better see Juno with dough
These niggas don't understand
That I be doing the most
Fuck around nigga get banned

need for rushing
That p**** hotter than a oven
We can turn it up a notch
Hit your spot your mouth drop
Bend it over get on top
P**** wet I need a mop

Race
My record about to drop out
I'm wet so I brought my mop out
Deadly eye like a cyclops
Laser beams just like on black ops
Ten rounds and then

I got that drip
I make them mop it
I got them sick
Hate when I pop it
Know they mad
Whenever they see me popping up
Even with all the hate
Still get

me
Post up at the store we ona mission
I can't fuck with these li bitches gotta pay for my attention
But what you on
Switching number by the month

shots, I see the cameras up
I was listening to M.O.P. thought a million ways to go and ante up
But I was sweeping with a M-O-P working half asleep barely

Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Treach

First Family 4 Life

1998

followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there

like ooooh, oooooh (Gotit talk to 'em)
She better not play by the rule
Baby suck dick 'till the suuuun come up

New ambition, mind on a milli,

When in New York hit a mop
We on the run, I see a cop
We on the chase, we on the block
You gonna tie them in a knot
Don't lag behind, end up in

Slippery when wet, pull up I tell 'em get a mop-mop
I'm with all my goons, just one look, reach for the Glock-Glock (Yeah)

Please, please, please, please
I

the mop
Just send that lil boy all them
Uh, Just send that lil boy all them shots
They tryna take what I got
Cause I'm making plays like a jock
It's nothing

Yeah
Bitch
Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around
Yeah
Stormz got some hits, b-boy

Yeah
Yeah
Look
I tell them pop out
I call up some hittas who pull

Wake up
Wake up, wake up , wake up ah
Bitch wake up ah ah ah
Wake up, wake up, somebody wake up
Bitch wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up!
Wake

the people who lift up their voices
Strong and loud

Hanging by a thread, a lifeline to your cloud
Slip into my pocket, I won't rat you out
I'll take you

out the top
Might slip cause she wetter than a mop
Fuck 12 I ain't talking to the oops 
OOO
Look baby I'm frosty

Back back back that ass up
Do a split

Robot
Smoking homegrown when I cruise in the Maybach 
Bitch

I can clean up with the glob mop, take this outside to the chop top
Fronta pack full

Ooh
Hodgepodge
Yeah aight

Try to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen
Got there back, ain't never snitching
Grab the mop, cause ya Hodgepodge

they such cowards
Crowd of chatter
Shut the fuck up
I aint going door to door
Make a mess and mop the floor
Heart attack at 63 but he was dead at 44

My pocket's getting deeper cause this money makes it stretch

My homie Mop and, he a sweeper pussy, don't get me upset
She asked me if I love her, told