Lyric U Don t Know Remix Featuring - MOP - Jay-Z

Lyric Song U Don t Know Remix Featuring - MOP: Lil Fame Time to duck
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FIYAAAAAAAHHH! U Don t know what you re doing
doing
doing
doing It s the MOP Yes 1
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3 And mother er we comin
100 miles and gunnin I m still runnin with cash that s robbed From the era of exhale 80 s and hats back stomp SAME GAME! operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna
believe me dog These hammers with they owners
ya G up Have ya with blue jamas in a coma
and Ya family now moan
look
70 pounds gone A little
scribbled up with a hospital down on WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!keep pushin weak frail s To get over
we prowl with slimmer re shelled tactics Jiminy frail s
your tracks need tune ups No limit
what the
recordin for nig junior The game aint changedit just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz Dame Dash and Mr
S
Carter Brownsvilleyep
we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out
face the crowd and piss off stage Billy Danze Uh
Uh
Uh
I m from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang
where the heat died of flame That s how we got the nameWARRIORS! And better than ya bank
and someone should be tellin em The veterans have came
and we re better in the game YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN! "27 grams" my man It s better than cocaine
now everything will change In this family we ll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind
nigga I paid mine So it s my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around
I put it down
I aint these young ass kids MOP! The OG s repped and survived around this mother a FIRST FAMILY! We kept it live around this motherucka When it s crunch time
we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga
learn to grip pistols and BK Jay Z WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high
high
high
high er Mo fire
mo problems
more Roc a wear attire Mo money
mo murder now that MOP
s hired Mo murder for the ROC empire
ya ll wont surface Ya ll nervous knowin them guns on full service
ready to fire One body
two body
three body
four Young sittin on paper
I m above the law Young shittin on haters
I aint in with ya ll For my Brownsville neighbors
How About Some And it just get worser
every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million
two million
three million
four And the money s really worthless
I m pissing you off on purpose My nephew s situated
and my mama s straight So I m ready for whatever drama should come our way And you ers rappin to me
so your drama is fake Ya ll niggas is noodles
I got more fetti to bake Let s get it!