Artist: M.O.P. f/ Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek Album: Ghetto Warfare Song: Roc La Familia Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Jay-Z] Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss Most unstoppable record label on the planet (Get the fuck up nigga) R.O.C., The Dynasty Yessssss [Lil' Fame] It's the M.O.P. "Calm Down" First La Familia Bang it out with the R.O.Cafe Air La Familia - get famil-iar Pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown We are, beyond, phenomenon, from Brook-Nam First niggaz to make hip-hop her-on Like a song featuring 'Pac, Biggie and The Pope But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope Baby pah, I am the two-thousand and Dre say CRAZY, baby Malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay She came you faggots (send 'em out) with a semi, and loop to 'matic like, FOOM Then hop in the truck like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like BOOM, BOOM, BOOM It's the First Fam, laugh at y'all nigga, home peace [Memphis Bleek] And I'm thee, M-E, fresh out of the start M-B 'til I dizzie, high when I re-side I pop, pop, pop; nigga go against the Roc I'll make his heartbeat stop Them from Saratoga, me from Far Rockaway Moved up in Marcy but never put the glock away I reps, my, set Shit I'm no Blood or Cuz, I make cuz lose blood Talk anything, I pop it fast Talk about clothes I done popped some tags Talk about dram', I done popped the gat You can talk about hoes I done popped them pads Like G to get up in it, let my niggaz live a minute Let you niggaz breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this bitch No peace talk nigga, it's on in this bitch [Beanie Sigel] Well it's the S, T, A-T-E P-R-O-P, E-R T, Y, State Property nigga We knockin nigga, ain't no stoppin nigga First a S.P. flick then the S.P. stitched it Must admit, since a playpen gifted And ain't no tellin what the car tune net gross You characters like Cartoon Network Nigga what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob Go get your sets dripped cause son dry Nigga get your crumb snatched, I ain't dumb keep the M-1 with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung 'laxed Yes Crack, the official shit is back Who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a Mac like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat [Billy Danze] Uhh~! Beans, give me that thang, shit is lookin strange These young motherfuckers think it's a game (Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold shit that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em Now that's whassup; I don't give a fuck about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville where we fire, fire, fire With intention to kill and burn down yo' entire empire f'real The word on the street, you're sweet The toughest shit in your ruggedest song is the beat You irrelevant ass nigga You pro-fessional, bi-sexual, dilettante ass nigga (Get ready to blast nigga) If not, take flight Say M.O., think O, and get it right Cause when the "Warriorz" come through, you're low See me B-I-double-L-Y D-A-N-Z-ini I'm gone [Jay-Z: repeat 2X] It's the R-O-C Cafe, y'knahmean? M.O.P., Billy Danze, you slept, y'knahmean? Memph Bleek, Young and Mack, y'knahmean? Get back, y'knahmean? Get clapped, y'knahmean? [Outro: Jay-Z] Crack! Young! Gunz! Geah! (And the question is) {That's it that's all} You gotta love it (What exactly) It's the O.G. (Did you niggaz expect?) Young Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh {*fades out*}