?) Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell! [Chorus] Raise hell! Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell! Raise hell! Go nigga raise hell!
'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for You crept and you came and shit changed M-11's grenades
it If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it (Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a survivor I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live Cousin -
[feat. Gator Mane & GLC] [Intro: Bun B] Bitch don't play... for real! It P.I. No bullshit! Back up off me! I'm so serious about this. I'm So serious
tells well they say is a long line to hell but I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail until then I'm only trying to gain revenue raise a blade
ass out the kitchen I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness Raise
(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] It's 2-0-0-4, (Fo sho') And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P Niggaz got me pissed
m from the block where they raise you up Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up Big shot niggas fade you up I'm in the cut where they fade you up 5-0-9, you
fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style [M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP! [Billy Danze] Yo I believe
? (Hell No!) That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck
a crisp, Then stripped ah all ya shit Bust it's penetrated Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out nigga Survivin' a drought
that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil [Chorus: M.O.P.] Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante
the hardcore" Firing Squad, firing hard [Lil Fame] I'm top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth [Billy Danze] Ring, ding [LF] Ring ding M.O.P
you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you Firing Squad, we raise hell And will prevail [Chorus: M.O.P.] [Fame] So what you do now, act like a
muthafucka I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P. Brooklyn, period Them niggas that just don't give a fuck [O.G. Bu-Bang] Bet yo ass, nigga Hey