M.o.p. - Down 4 Whateva Lyrics
Brooklyn! uh, yeah! now, check this shit outVerse one: o.c.Now check this mother*****ing capo right hereMash out posse slash o.c. come together like a glock and a clipWe gon jam when its time to blast!Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your assWe done played the background, ay-yo all my peopsIm naming names, ***** it, its onIm taking it back to some brooklyn shitWith this ten-man cliqueWho dont know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hitAnd if you ever think it cant happen to youYou might just end up in the east river with some bale-ass shoesI aint playin no more, Im gonna bring it to your ass rawI flipped the word around, nigga, this means warYo, ***** that, brooklyns on the map foreverTo billy and fame, I hope you niggaz down for whateverWith mike, go get the guns when its time to shootTo brooklyn I give a 21-gun salute(come on)Chorus:Flatbush *cut and scratched*--crown heights-- thought Id remind yallBrownsville *cut and scratched* (firing squad)Thought Id remind yall *scratching*Bushwick *cut and scratched* (see I) thought Id remind yall? ? *cut and scratched*--east new york-- thought Id remind yallVerse two: lil fameI used to roll em, this is a holdupMake em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swoleUpThis game aint changed cause I became a rapping dudeIm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude(try to act rude) play the mascottWith your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass gotClap, shot the body, Im keeping it realThat cartoon ass nigga thought he was king of the hillThat whole shit was animation, immitationWhen I shipped that ass on out, like immigrationWays of emancipation, proclamationConstitutional rights, the last generationYour facin, m.o.p., o.g.sFlippin this track with o.c.Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for brooklyn, nigga!Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!ChorusVerse three: billy danzeHot damn! danze shot your headFull cooperation, Im taking donations, ante up the bread(clap, clap!) you got that fat while we were goneSo the balance that I wrote like ? ? ? , were taking onPut the rest of that shit in the bagI would tear your ass to pieces, so you please dont make me mad(here we go again!) you aint known, I control my destinyI only got love for the thugs thats next to me(who that? ) berkuance, soldier, Im ill*pause* I told ya, Im real!And Ive been doing a double danlyEveryone ? from my crew is sayin? (daddy, dont fail me)Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be evenIm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in(life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping(at 24-years old) my only goal is too keep breathing*scratching* --brooklyn-- thought Id remind yall
