When Death Becomes U

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M.O.P.

M.O.P., short for Mash Out Posse, is an American hip hop duo. The duo, composed of Billy Danze and Lil' Fame, is known for the aggressive delivery typically employed by both emcees. Although they maintain a strong underground following, they are mainly known for the song "Ante Up," released on 2000s Warriorz, and with which they have had mainstream success. The group has frequently collaborated with DJ Premier. Fame sometimes produces under the moniker Fizzy Womack, and has produced a significant number of tracks on all M.O.P. releases since 1996's Firing Squad, as well as work for other artists including Big Noyd, Kool G Rap, Teflon and Wu-Tang Clan. more »

Year:

2005

3:05

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Hahahahahaaa 
Yeah nigga 
The smoke of New York 
Get up, come On
Ah 

[Chorus:]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you 
Some say your soul may burn in the flame... 
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight 
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight 
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed 
Nigga shit is real in the field

Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth 
When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die 
Like the man that I am, fireeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang 
I'm a legend in the town, nowww 
Since your all gangstered up lets get the f*ck down 
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town 
Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin clutchin the pound 
Don't worry about my whereabouts 
We air um out, clear um out, yes yes 
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up 
Th-th-th thats what's up 
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up 
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl clap it up! 
Fif put in the call
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes 

[Chorus:]

You got these young niggaz hollerin murderer! 
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka 
Niggaz dont give a f*ck
I seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin' face 
See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet 
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it 
Slugs aint never outta season 
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason 
Blood stains on the ceilin' 
Same place he stood, thats what they leave um 
Dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun 
'Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young 
You know the drill 
I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce and you better not chark 
F*ck that. Three gunshots ah bitch! Rest in bits 

[Chorus:]

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