Take A Minute - M.O.P.

It’s on now

Look at what we have here

You understand what we goin through today?

You understand who you fuckin with?

Oh what you thought we wasn’t comin back?

The last time we rapped

A lot of niggas that yapped, hit put in they place

For fragile-ly flossing, makin me wanna stick

This llama and this lauson, up in they face

(IT'S THE WORLD’S FAMOUS) You ain’t gotta tell 'em

We still at it, we still batted, they still doubt it (OH!)

We do it like we do it (OH!) with nothing to hide

Hollerin Brownsville (DON'T FUCK WITH THE PRIDE)

From a world down inside (WHERE) killers and vandals

Train in rugged terrain to maintain handles

(FIZZ!) Nobody touchin him (WILL!) Still double clutchin 'em

Please believe I’m out of your league (DON'T FUCK WITH HIM!)

Extrordinary rap kid, don’t get yo' young ass

Bumped off and dumped off the Brooklyn Bridge

I got a chip on my shoulder (AH!) and an extra clip

To fit the heavy shit on my hip and my holster

It’s for the listeners — for those that have an ear for this

Straight from Jamar-rrrrrrrrocko in the mix

Keep the mic crystal clear when he spit

He do it for thugs huggin the block and he’s straight from the bricks

Go get your mac homes, it’s Fizzy Womack homes, he back homes

He crack bones and crack domes you get your back BLOWN

We don’t write battle raps for yo' ass;

we catch him in the streets

Put golf clubs and bats to yo' ass

Now salute (SALUTE) to those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years

Keepin our shit on blast… (M.O.P.)

They wonder why they don’t get enough M.O.P.

(why that?)

Simple and plain (what?) we don’t kiss ass

FUCK IT!

Let it bang, we still do our thang

Ten years in the game and ain’t shit changed

Fuck the whole rap game!

Bill and Fame still killin the beats

Still bangin and we still in the streets, mother-fucker!