Anticipation - M.O.P.

This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore

Firing Squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore

Firing Squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore

Firing Squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore

Firing Squad, firing hard

I’m top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth

Ring, ding

Ring ding M.O.P.

comin through

Guns and roses, hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real

Say what, say what, say what, I’m packin blue steel, drama lord

Ice master

Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska

F A G’s get bust down to they knees

M.O.P.

to the death kid

Yeah, cock and squeeze…

I’m here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews

In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues

To get rid of you fly talk

Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk

I make 'em simmer down, whenever I roll into town

And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd

I’m dedicated, never been over challenged

My over violent, lyrics’ll knock you over balance

I whet emcees like Vietnamese, but yet they freeze

Like coke when they provoke me to squeeze

Lil Fame represent the turf

Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth

split ya,

Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture

So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, I’m just comin through

To a hip hop spot near you

HOOK

Yo it’s the World’s Famous

Niggas born to kill

From the ill side of town

So you best get your steel

It’s ill

The street life is real son

You shouldn’t have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool

Stick To Ya Gunz

Now

Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child

Representin for ill crews and

Kid I aint got nothing to lose

I been there

To my peoples up in them shavs

Up in them Javs

Bring it back

CLAK, CLAK

Salute

Raise hell…

I believe you don’t, yep

But you can’t fuck around

It take alot to have actual natural sound

Motherfucker we didn’t leave

We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve

Please, we don’t roll deep, we squeeze

Predict them niggas around to sink a fucking ship

WHAT I feel is WHAT I do And G, I see I might hafta straighten your ass out to I wish I would let a nigga take mine

Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line

Hardcore raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw

Like the late great Prince LeRoy

When my nigga was on the scene

More ammunition passed through his ass than the average marine

Fool, where the steel start to ruckus

Deal a whole steel for you motherfuckers…

HOOK