m hear to fuck up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International, bell
'm hear to fuck up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International,
'm hear to fuck up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] International, bell
Traduzione: MOP. Roll Call.
but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin
used to dough 5 g's in the street 5 g for a show so when i walk in the club yeah you already know [Sawed-Off:] I'm D-O-P-E BOY fresh i gotta have the
Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez
what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga! Where the fuckin' money?! Where the fuckin' money nigga?! (Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm
(DJ Nik Bean):] I am smokin' drow! I am ridin' high! Man I'm pissin' in a cup - and my P.O. sucks! I'm a gangsta! Interscope made game a thug 'Ey y'all
off, let him flow Game face on, like I'm still selling blow Who else could it be, but that boy Lil' O Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, 89 double O That's Braeswood
, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
P] Check my status, then check my name You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller From Uptown
(feat. K-Knock) [Intro:] Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Five O, Five O, there they go
I could still remember seeing days in the made wishing she would just hurry up and enter the stage so this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P. I spent
stackin major paper roll, first at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass, went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash, they whistlin, I'm
left around Nobody left around Nobody left around And I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta
the brain Of the genius who decided some pictures deserved frames (God and I are on a first name basis) Yeah I call him God, he calls me Jesus When I