Artist: M.O.P. Album: Pounds Up 12" Song: Pounds Up Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org Ooh.. yeah.. Come on! Ooh.. Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. [ Lil' Fame ] Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Lil' Fame I analyze the streets, spit real game I'll blast on you as you pass on through Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you I remind niggas with that blue steel that you rip And the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, now How many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with me Be accesoires to homicide with me [ First Family! ] Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with The hand full of niggas that I came with I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan For the man if you ever caught me slipping You will stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you But you know I'll whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you My family strong, your mams don't need so stop breathing' before you cats and you ass get deleted [ Chorus ] [ 2x ] Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year Mound up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!) We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga [ Billy Danze ] Stand up faggot, I'll let you have it where you post at (William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and Womack (BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control that (We buss outta clutches on Magnum triggers) He know that With the same cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it hard So send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back with holes under they' hat, falls of through they' back Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker I'm not your average, I'm from a block where they trap cops And made 'em holler ten-thirteen It's the commander, Danze, hands, down You need to know who you fucking with now Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to win An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me [ Chorus ] [ 2x ] [ Lil' Fame ] It's an every day thing in a every day game More day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!) It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone' In this full blown (blown), bitch, M.O.P., prepare for the ruckus and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you motherfuckers [ Billy Danze ] Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out, Run out in the middle of a street light (Bum, bum bum) Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me The way this streetgame is going is concerning me Whatever happened to the old days we all blaze, we all study criminal ways [ Chorus ] [ 2x ] Nigga! ... Nigga!