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It's the Mash Out Posse
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Rugged neva smooth
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M fuckin O fuckin P on the move
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[ Lil' Fame ]
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The M.O.P.'s about to run this you couldn't shun this
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I'm leavin rappers with the dumbness
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Because I got no feelings, I done this
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Takin you propers, we comin right
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And now we gotta (take money money)
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Yeah, you motherfuckin right
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Lil' Fame's removin MC's like terpentine
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Droppin that shit that MC's couldn't search and find
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Not even if you was a golddigger
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I'm a bad - nah! let me chill
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Yo Bill, hold me down, nigga
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[ Billy Danzinie ]
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M fuckin O fuckin P keep it rugged
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Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
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Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame
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Still bustin your brain
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Yeah! doin the thang thang
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Home team keepin it phat
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How about some hardcore?
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(Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of that
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Don't be amazed if you're left in a daze
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M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps best behave
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[ Lil' Fame ]
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I'm ready and all for you niggaz that wanna get it on
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Cause when we get it on, only competators is gettin torn
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Straight up and down, that was for all em niggas
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With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
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Rappers, I rip em in half, they can't get with math
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Or the ruggedness niggaz be bumpin on the ave
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So get the cash out, I put your glass out
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Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out
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They can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
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Hardcore, got your mama hippin and hoppin on it
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And once a nigga make a record
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Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked
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Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke
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I'ma smoke till I croak
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I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala
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Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye
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When I snap will I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
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When I rap do I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
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Is M.O.P. knockin motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
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Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk about?
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Don't have me jack or disrespect sumthin
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The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna wreck sumthin
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Because we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the move
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We keep it rugged neva smooth
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-chorus-
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[ Billy Danzenie ]
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Aiyo! let's take it to they ass kid!
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Nah - gained while we came
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We're international, niggaz know the name
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I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!)
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I represent the 1-5-4 fuckin 5
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It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped
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So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back
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I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift
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I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my Smith
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I put herbs out of they myseries
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And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me
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I had my name ever since I was a little kid
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For all the ill Hill shit I done did
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I've been down for years and years to come
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The nigga that you're hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
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Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please stand
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(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy Danze
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I realize, that real guys will take a look at our size
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But there's more than what meets your eyes
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From Monday through motherfuckin Sunday
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M.O.P. will be bringin that motherfuckin gunplay
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Rugged Neva Smooth
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M.O.P. |