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Won't do no dirt in no dusty
Don't jam
But it's looking all rusty
Know that I bang
I put it on mummzy
Don't do scam's
I'm dealing with druggy's
Getting

You be the only one in heaven in a wheelchair
I shot my dog cause he crossed me
But I still care (Fuck it)
Why would you cross me you
Know it's real

the dozen baby go & wait your turn

Gone tonight girl I'm gone tonight
Hit my phone girl it's all on sight

OOO 
Look baby I'm frosty
New coupe don't know how

your shorty 
CuZ her eyes give me a call 
Ain't no disrespect 
It's the truth
U know my dawg 

I was raised by the wolves 
I'm all about my paper

Throwing all these dead friends
Spending all these dead men 
Seen that nigga walking 
And you know he is a dead man 
Nigga fuck your Block 
Westside

robbed by Ali
You say it's cap, I back out the snap
I'm checkin' the map, I'm bringin' my strap
Like Winnie The Pooh, I'm stealing his honey
Don't know

don't want pain
I just want chains, I just want change
More drip, grew up in the drains
Young trap God ordained
No guts, no glory, it's all game

Follow Instructions

M.O.P.

Duck Season, Vol. 1

2002

(mop)
It's what the ghetto produce yo (first family)
I'm a predicate, you niggas is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin' is irrelevant
I am devil

credit where it’s due  

Bodies stackin’ need a mop, hella dirt on my shoes 

Homie why this shit don’t stop, I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue  

Lord forgive me

on the block
Mop in the bag, it's long like my arm (mop) 
But it's calm (yeah, yeah)
I should be a BRIT nominee (yeah) 
But I was a brick nominee
'Member

Top of the Line

M.O.P.

To the Death

1994

(whattup nigga?)
I got 'em all from the 'Ville ready to pull the trigger
It's the L-I, L-F, A-M-E
(B-I-L-L-why, D-A-N-Z-E)
M.O.P., tellin all herbs the time

of opps my comp get pressed
This a compressor
Cunts get squashed
Wap like a mop
One sweep and they all get washed
RG's back on the field
Feds trynna put us

We into it so this bitch think she gone play me like a hoe
Mr. Get Back bitch I been knew you was fucking open the low
I ain't mad you had your

Vision 20/20 with that 30
Bitch it's on sight
You can't tell me shit I know it
Yeen gotta say just show it
TTG I'm on go pull up with a stick
That mop

the bucket
Ain't liking all your attitude I killed you already, but fuck it
You ain't about shit won't be shit and better yet you're what I'm fucking cleaning

and I do it by tying my shoes
And I double the knot
Juno?
Know I get money a lot
You go to work and we swap
Take off the top of the whip
Swerving around

and shit?
She gon' let us all fuck
Just keep beatin' the bitch

Let me tell you somethin' you
Don't know 'bout me
Two mops, bitch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear

one by one like its dominos
You know how the game goes, I aint gotta say it twice
Ready for another drank, Henney Coke is on ice
Earlobes shine bright,

(wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stick (woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (woah)
I got the sauce, you

the mirror
Asking my self we it all went wrong
Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm
Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm

(Chorus)

[Mr. Cheeks]

Masquerade

M.O.P.

Masquerade

2002

on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)

Uh,

sticks and mop shit
Moving in silence we keeping it private
Backseat clutching that shhh keep driving
Talk about beef gottem switchin they diet
Soon as I

down, "Oh the crime!"
He's spoiling their enjoyment by enforcing all the rules
A stickler, it fueled him, others thought he was a fool
Julien did not get

want you around
Always act a clown when it's time to get down
I ain't really with all that talking, pipe me up
Right-hand wipe, don't type,
Mop
We tidy