M.O.P. Lyrics

Album: First Family For Life

Move Something Lyrics

"Aaaaaaaah... I told you motherfuckers. 

Now what the fuck is going on? 

You done started a war here now it's on here." 

Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl. (Uh) You know what I mean. 

Bizzy Womack back up in this motherfucker. (Firing Squad nigga.) 

No I ain't went nowhere nigga. Fucking with the best. 

(Oh yeah to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass? 

(Firing Squad nigga.) I know what the fuck I'm talking about. 

(Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga) 

Verse one: Lil Fame 

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare 

You done started a war here, now its on (YEAH) 

What the fuck, NIGGA? 

You thought you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA 

I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA 

I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em 

Watch Fame squash em 

Look what I brought to ya 

And when I'm gone do ya 

Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH 

Keep deep focus, the locust of war raps 

Hard Fizzy Womack 

Set it off like them for Bronx 

(Borrow lives!) Roll this thug 

(Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug 

Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!) 

Anaconda, wanna take me under 

For jealousy, Goddamn yo it makes me wonder 

But the path I follow been blessed 

From my certificate of like, to my. certificate of death 

Chorus 

Billy Danze: You gotta, do something, move something 

Try to make that shit more (Live for your dogs!) 

Lil Fame: Cause ain't nobody gonna rock that shit 

If it ain't got that raw (Vibe for your dogs!) 

Verse two: Billy Danze 

I bring this whole motherfucking world to a standstill 

William Danz-ini don't you know this man will? 

(Move on em!) D-yea take action 

(Step to em!) Straight blasting 

Ghetto predator slash retarded motherfucker 

Enables me to be one cold-hearted motherfucker 

Start it motherfucker (Come on) I leave no traces 

(Come on) Run up, I blow your ass back seven paces 

(Feel the pressure as we step in the place.) 

Pump one in your face 

(Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me, believe me 

One of them guys that specialize in (master illusions) 

Vanishing in the wind 

After commiting a sin 

Then, I'm laying low till another day 

As for your crew, I send them to you when I come through at the wake 

(That's right!) Them promise to always roll with you 

So nigga I'ma send they soul with you 

Get the fuck outta here! 

Chorus *Fame and Danze switch stanzas* *2X* 

Verse 3 

Lil Fame: Straight for casters 

For full blasters 

Survivers that dealt with disaster 

Master the plans that twist YA 

Cocks back, dismiss ya 

Aroused by this too-down militant militia 

Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap 

And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap 

You can't hide from death 

(Nah!) You'll be found with your neck in a noose 

stripped for you life, hung form ?scratch? 

Billy Danze: Now if I step up in your chest 

(Give you cardiac arrest!) 

Convert you into a mess 

(You been blessed!) 

(Damn!) I don't waste time 

I bust mine 

To splatter ya 

First of all, your small, your not even my calibre 

(So get up in they ass!) 

Niggaz, taking blasts 

(Aiyo lets take it to they ass!) 

Son, we gotta do this right 

(The Marksmen) From the Marx' 

Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs 

Leave you so called thugs laying in junk 

(bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) 

Chorus *2X* 

Spoken: Ha ha! Come on. Firing Squad, nigga. 

What'd ya say? What, what, what'd ya say? 

What, what, what ya say? What ya say? 

Goddamn in the mourning, nigga. Come on, ha ha! 

(Vibe for your dogs) Salute! (See you when I see you) *beat fades out*