M.o.p. - Pounds Up Lyrics
Ooh.. yeah..Come on! ooh..Yeah.. yeah..Yeah..[ lil fame ]Why yall niggas is sis to ***** with lil fameI analyze the streets, spit real gameIll blast on you as you pass on throughCatch you right where you stand put your ass on youI remind niggas with that blue steel that you ripAnd the rush that you felt from the nigga that you hit, nowHow many niggas wanna ride with me, collide with meBe accesoires to homicide with me [ first family! ]Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames withThe hand full of niggas that I came withI aint tripping, I know you got a hell of a planFor the man if you ever caught me slippingYou will stop me, wont you, pop me, wont youBut you know Ill whoop ya mother*****ing ass *****, dont youMy family strong, your mams dont need so stop breathingBefore you cats and you ass get deleted[ chorus ] [ 2x ]Look, aint nobody stoppin this hereYoull see it, its on and poppin this yearMound up (mound up!) pounds up! (pounds up!)We build this foundation, from the ground up nigga[ billy danze ]Stand up faggot, Ill let you have it where you post at(william berckowicz!) back with my golden fiend and womack(blaow!) nigga hold that, juliani cant control that(we buss outta clutches on magnum triggers) he know thatWith the same cats that blaze dats on the boulevardWe remain strapped, then came back, doin it hardSo send your soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of em backWith holes under they hat, falls of through they backDamn with it mother*****er (bk!) all day real with it mother*****erIm not your average, Im from a block where they trap copsAnd made em holler ten-thirteenIts the commander, danze, hands, downYou need to know who you *****ing with nowNow kill-a-kill again, with an unusual will to winAn unusual will to sin, stop *****ing with me[ chorus ] [ 2x ][ lil fame ]Its an every day thing in a every day gameMore day every day, mother*****er bang (bang!)Its the streets in me, and me, Im staying tuned to this shitIts music to my ears, Im immune to this shitIm suffering, from a disease called leave me the ***** aloneIn this full blown (blown), *****,M.o.p., prepare for the ruckusAnd we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you mother*****ers[ billy danze ]Allow me the way out, down out, pull my gun out,Run out in the middle of a street light (bum, bum bum)Ah, there you go, bastard, murder international, custom main casketsNow could any of you *****suckers turn to meThe way this streetgame is going is concerning meWhatever happened to the old daysWe all blaze, we all study criminal ways[ chorus ] [ 2x ]Nigga!...Nigga!
