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First, Last and Only

Memphis Bleek, M.O.P.
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Y'all take the mic in the bathroom and shit? Yeah, get low, yeah, get low Come on Mo P's, who the fuck you is? Mo P's, what the fuck, what the fuck huh? What the fuck, what the fuck huh? What the fuck, what the fuck huh? Come on I'm the first The last The only I'm the first The last The only I'm the first The last The only I'm the first The last I am the last seed of my old dad The baby of a alkie The last nigga The youngest of the mad shout posse The last nigga to wheelie your block on a Kawasaki The last to act cocky Last to play Rocky The last to worry about who give a fuck about me Bitchin and stuff about me This is what's up about me You see the man standing next to the man Talking to that man (You what about him?) He'll tell you who I am I'm the last nigga to come up out the blaze like a 9/11 hero Pistol cock and poppin the pound zero (Rung bung) We crave fire (Rung bung) We trade fire (Rung bung) We blaze fire First Family higher Homie you fucking with a live wire Comin out of the Ville St. Marksman We straight sparkin We still marchin Gettin our mash on Gettin our blast on We will set your ass off I'm the first youngin you know from off of your block First youngin who showed you young boys how to pop I'm the first when it come to big homie to call on When I throw that first shot homie they all gone I'm the second son of my mother The first to say fuck it Dre, hand me the gat I crack niggas like Nantucket When it come to gettin paper I'm the first one in line First with them dimes First and fifteenth I'm on (FIRE) So fuck what you heard I clap at you ducks Go dick to your chickenhead bitch Who want what? Act up Get smacked in the head with the black Desi Be your first and your last time you ever disrespect me I'm from the bottom I ain't lose my thirst First time I bust my gun was murder in the first nigga Act crazy I see to it you lay first nigga Who rep one time from me The only nigga to phone me and holler at the homie From chest to chest Nigga I respect what you told me From Y-G to O-G From O-G to Y-G Without these thorough borough niggas where would I be? See the only reason I do what I do Cause I'm true And the good vibe from the ride with you and your crew So get low There you go M-O Oh for sure Get more (FIRE) You fuckin with a predicate You don't want no problems I spit heavy shit I'll have your whip doin the Harlem I'm the only nigga to stand in the stand with a hand cannon Just to remodel your bandana The only nigga to go to the mall And shop for twelve live niggas Just to invite em to brawl And we don't give a fuck who you call Them M-O-P niggas still breakin them laws M-O-P take em to war Let's go