U Don't Know Remix

I'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no

I'm not trying to give you no advice

Hovie's home

I don't plan to be New addition to the roc)no philosopher

But I still know this is the life Baby Baby

It's the MOP Yes

In a zip-code that's

1, 1, 2, 3, 3

And motherf**ker 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

Run up if you wanna, believe me dog

These hammers with they owners, f**k ya G up

Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and

Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone

A little f**k, scribbled up with a hospital down on

We holdin it down holmes sleep pushin weak frail bastards

To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics

Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups

No limit, what the f**k, 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

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 motherf**ka

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

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er

Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire

Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'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 f**kin with ya'll

For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?

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 f**kers rappin to me, so your drama is fake

Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake

Let's get it!

Newest edition to the Roc ,MOP

The Blueprint 2 is on its way

Let's get it!