KICK ASS!
First Family!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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, motherf*ckin 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 x2]
[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 motherf*ckin 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 x2]
MOP - Stress Yall Lyrics
MOP - Stress Yall Lyrics
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KICK ASS!
First Family!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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, motherf*ckin 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 x2]
[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 motherf*ckin 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 x2]
First Family!
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Don't let these motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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, motherf*ckin 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 x2]
[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 motherf*ckin 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 x2]