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11 Watch Out
M.O.P.
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Yeah, we got this shit locked!
Yo M.O.P., the B-Miners have blessed y'all
To be on this track one by one, by force!
Let's show New York who run this motherfucking place
Now starting with you Fame, on my lead
Let's show these motherfuckers we ain't playing no games
Now, on the count of three, I want you to shoot fire to they ass
One, two, three...
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Save your ass or wave the flag
I put a red beam on ya, you think I'm playing laser tag?
It's the dramatical copper top popper
I chase down squads, and leave a nigga face down, pa
B-Miners make the bass pound hard
Nigga, I'm the motherfucking reason that Mase found God
The return of the walking deceased
Nigga I rose from the dead with holes in my head
Can't stop me, I got hot hell in me
I'll spit in your face while you pop shells at me
I roll the streets in a blue four-double-O co-op
Tote heat, if I gotta blow shots and hop out
Clear your whole flock out, and your whole block out
Grrrraaaaaka! Watch out!
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
We got it locked, solved, sorted
Reported to be so dope, Darryl Strawberry'll try to snort it
Raw shit, with enough skill to turn ideas to a picture
And a picture to a portrait
Perfection, to a ripper, no gun clapper
That pop hot shots with the Smith & Wesson
Long as we got the B-Miners, and the thug mentality
You know we gon' keep the streets behind us
Address me as Your Highness, Gestapo
Make the Glock glow when I pop but still keep it hot though
We cold-blooded, O-Duggs with all intentions to go public
Fuck it, we so rugged (Brooklyn!)
Bricks, bullets and bombs on the scene we are six hooded and armed
And we run New York, where the concept of survival
Is to teach our fucking guns to talk
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
Eyes and ears nigga, we run a large fucking pairs nigga
We suffer blood, sweat and tears nigga (Cheers nigga!)
Fears niggas, that's collided when it's crunch time
Enter volition residing on the front line
You want mine? You'll die where you stand cobra
It's Bill Danze soldier, from the defensive end of the court
I invented the thought that I still hit the sport (Kill, kill, kill!)
I don't want for nothing, I won't clutch for nothing
So if you see me walking sideways I'm up to something
I scare most niggas straight, the real way
Open up the runway for gunplay
Casual on Sunday, after you on Monday
Blast until one day, you'll be found covered in maggots (faggot!)
From under the dirt where work is mandatory
And the brown silk necktie is self-explanatory
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
Watch out! We run New York
Brooklyn nigga, gun talk
Look, we run things, things don't run we
It's the Teflon Don slash M.O.P!
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You motherfuckers better get... ahhh!
The motherfuckers is coming, ahhh!
The motherfuckers is coming!
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