MMO - Last Days Lyrics

[Chorus 2X: M.M.O.]

We in the last days, my mind spinnin' like waves

Rise spendin' on blaze, rap's spreadin' like haze



[Triggnomm]

I reflect the greatest, Trebet's and Vegas

On fleer jets, swap begets with vets that's famous

We M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless 'dro

Zay and mo, size then sounds of four pounds

Rep the hometown, cause then only know me in Coney

Though bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit the

Unordinary situations that vary

So much of Clinton and lifestyle of George Benson

I bump Mary N. Brown to obituaries

And every now and then, I stroll through a cemetery

I pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projects

Visualize the logic, of one losin' the son

I say no to the gun, then I say no to the smoke

I say no to sellin' crack, then I say no to sellin' coke

I say no to hero'n, also known as dope

I say no cause I know them others just can't cope



[Chorus 2X]



[Triggnomm]

I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toys

We love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffs

Laid up, for 12 months, got violated for blunts

Whack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to front

Survivors a sin, live a long life of pretend

Til thugs get the wind, killa's come home from doin' ten

Can't quite blend in, headin' back to the pen

Where vice is shiest, and life is like a game of dice

So I don't indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboas

Pistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the bold

Onyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be sold

And ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residence

Who'd ever think we'd go from gangsters to gents

Aiyo, who'd ever think we'd go from playas to pimps



[Chorus 4X]



[Triggnomm]

See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talk

And on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walk

On Coney Isle, AKA Criminal Isle

Slash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and found

A real merry-go-round, when the sun go down

Get caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.'s

And if you really ball, we even give you a wall

Lust loots the law, where I'm from, 1-2-4

It's history in the makin', O.J. and Payton

Jesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin'

Reality parallel to Mickey and Mallory

Natural born, casualty, beemin' cash for a fee

See evil does it and the dead live above it

So I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it



[Chorus to fade]