is a non sense. We are a guilty generation, we're loosing liberty. Over and over and over, the same again, lobotomize my mind. We're the modern slaves
up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up Bring your team and we'll box 'em up Think M.O.P. is not
Even when the record skip I don't quit, I don't quit We 'bout to make this one a sure hit Sean J. make the party people feel it Ladies and gentlemen, we
cried all night sh-t, I can't control myself But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself We did ah, I did his album and he did mine We did a funk
in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box Yo, yo, yo, this is P. Tone,
up homie If you locked in the box keep makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M O B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga
Attention party people, listen A-P-B That is an all points bulletin from Young MC Now whether you're a senior citizen or just a tyke Just grab a seat
asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, grand hustle, got
Or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile
we birthed of the West coast, we'll talk in them real things Did y'all know that gangstas don't cry? Did y'all know all thugs don't ride? We gangsta
Pound Gangstas rip) Head, shoulders, feet and toes Let's dip to the club and bust some hoes V.I.P. on D P G, Snoop D O double G and the B A D (Dogg Pound
If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J U A N B O N D J U A N B O N D J U A N B O
with she like you or she like what you got It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy We ain't finna kill nothin we just chillin nigga But look dog don't
SE-RIOUS We created this drama shit, we set the trend We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns And numerous ways we choose to earn funds We veterans, we
we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, 'coz we
riff (what the fuck? ) Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched But never that, 'cause-o, high
