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M O P Stand Up

hands up, nigga (STAND UP!) [Chorus x2: M.O.P.] Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP!) ("First Fam, ridiculous!") Sit down (STAND UP!) Sit down (STAND UP

(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to

bitch [echo] Niggas like me, a pimp (MJ fuckin G, P-I-M-P, stand down on this pimpin About these hoes, but some niggas fucks it up for real niggas And

it Step up and get your whole band slaughtered You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz Faces Of Death

Mr. A to the K-R-O (what up bro?) Same shit, steady makin them hits (I see the same as me) So what up? (Put a stamp on it, stamp on it) [Verse 1: Akrobatik

bust this nut Cause I'm 24 inches above the gun creek Get these hoes deep, so you pack yo heat. [Ali] What up Spud? Up next representin' V.I.P. King

:] New York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand

up missin' It could be broad daylight - I'll walk up and twist 'em I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know If not, then ask the police for my M.O

called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these