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Текст (слова) песни: Mash Out Posse (M.O.P.) - Stress Y`all

KICK ASS!

First Family!

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Don`t let these motherfuckers stress y`all
M.O.P. to the death y`all, the good Lord have blessed y`all
So these niggaz can`t touch y`all
FIRING SQUAD! Yes yes y`all

[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Good evening, you contaminated semen
I`m here for a different reason (continue breathin)
I notice you been schemin, on the First Family
(Family) Disbelieving we`re
(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping)
Yes yes y`all!
I`m not a rapper, I never made a rap song
You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
I`m a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya
We got on yo` click like I`m with Trenchcoat Mafia
I`m not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches
As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night
It shakes me in fright, it`s well after twelve
but I still see a bright light (take `em back to crime time)
Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs
We appreciate the fake love
Keep in mind I`m determined to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one, yes yes y`all!

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse Two: Lil` Fame]
I`m bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!)
When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero
I`m not just a rap AR-tist
I`m also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist
(Now that`s an artist!) I leave `em left out
with his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out
(No doubt!) I still do the same thing
Streey life is still a Fame game
What you thought the game changed?
I hang out and break day until the street lights go off
Or the heat pipe go off (BOOM!)
It`s what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!)
What`s the sound when the steel pop? (BOOM!)
Bitch! I will dismiss you
You got issues, deal witcho issues
I look `em dead in the face, pop one in `em
and knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake
I`m a thoroughfy his death y`all, and creep back through
And if he`s stretched I`m like yes yes y`all

[Chorus] - 2X

 

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