Testo New Jack City - M.O.P.
Testo della canzone New Jack City (M.O.P.), tratta dall'album Firing Squad
This is ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If it started, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We highly recommend it, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers about to attack
Bring it back, yo, I'm tired of you herbs gettin' on my nerves
Pretendin' to be drug dealers and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease your grip
For fakin' jax, talkin' 'bout how many ki's you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you're rockin'
The shooter get to poppin', pistol grippin' and cockin'
'Cause nine times out of ten I'm guaranteed to leave you staggerin'
Plus I bag MC's that's babblin'
I ain't tryna hear you out, but I'm about ready to air you out
Get the gats and clear you out
'Cause you's a part time felon, kid killin', yellin'
Before I send a slug through your melon
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
You're sittin', I'm sittin' on chrome like Masta Ace
It's live, nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be workin' like a fuckin' Jamaican that sun splash
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
And where you be at at times, you don't have your fuckin' gat
So chill with your riff-raff, your bitch staff
And some new cats livin' in New Jack City
This is ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If it started, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We highly recommend it, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers about to attack
Yo, what the fuck is the deal?
Here comes a new generation of rap dudes
With fake attitudes that refuse to play by the rules
It's a shame the way they be dissin' the game
They fantasize, then go to the studio and tell lies
They fake thugs, replace slugs that's half-weeded, nigga
Actin' like he want it, no, it ain't no wannasee, my niggas
Firing Squad, they on firin'
Fuckin' with old-timers with llamas ready to come out of retirement
Stoppin' your traffic, M.O.P. in my classic
Puttin' you bitch-ass niggas in caskets, you little bastards
Y'all know this rap shit get tense, my family is ready to lynch
And rob you for all your dollars and cents
Raw breed, indeed, we proceed to give you what you need
You way out of your motherfuckin' league
Mr. Warpath, O.G. staff
Ambidextrous, kid, I tear your maggot ass in half
My family don't give a fuck about you
How 'bout I jump up and smack the shit out you?
Get out, you're bound to Firing Squad, committed
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Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Eric Murry, Jamal Grinnage
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