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  • Текст песни M.O.P. - Way Of The World



    Aaaah. Fuck it, Fuck you, Come on! Ah

    Chorus:
    M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)
    Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
    The way them thug niggaz do they thing
    M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)
    Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
    The way em real niggaz play the game
    *repeat*

    Verse One: Billy Danze
    Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)
    Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff
    Never the type to screw ya
    Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea)
    It's a hundred situations ampin me
    The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family
    (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you?
    (Clap, clap) What the fuck you wanna do? (Fuck you)
    I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it
    Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it
    (Hell ya) You know the street game
    Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain
    Look both ways before you cross a nigga
    Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga
    He knew wasn't havin shit
    He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole fucking click
    (Whole fuckin click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis
    And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces
    Nobody cares if your mother cry
    They don't a FUCK if your brother die
    (Don't give a fuck about you)

    Chorus

    Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*
    These motherfuckers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count
    But it'll be a cold day in hell
    I would never change, my style or my profile
    Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes*
    Why do fuckers, motherfuckers
    wanna fuck around with this livest shit?
    Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
    Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable
    The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent
    I know ya wanna see me dead
    Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head
    Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs
    Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherfucker!)
    Fuck that! I send the goons out to get ya
    Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya
    LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN
    And put your brains on the outside
    to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin
    This nigga can't change(Nah)
    This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)
    The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)
    Never let em get the best of me
    I put the metal to your temple
    and catch the next plane to the West Indies

    (Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherfuckers)! (Fly, nigga)
    I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one motherfuckin thing
    This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga
    Y'all motherfuckers better recognize

    Lil' Fame over chorus:

    First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit
    We your family in the first motherfuckin place
    To all y'all new motherfuckers, find somebody, nigga
    Get the fuck out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz
    Made you for life, nigga
    (That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit.)