M.o.p. - Salute Lyrics
Uhh, uhh...Uhh, uhh...M.o.p. in the house kidBlau! you knowhatimsayin, check this outLil fames a trigga niggaBilly danze a trigga niggaAight? keepin it realBrownsville still nigga[lil fame]Lil fame, a young ass nigga wit talentThug that move silent, but still remain violentThe brownsville slugger take the m-1 its truthGeneral of this hit game, clak, clak, salute[billy danze]Billy danze, index finger exerciserBell ringer, gun slinger, survivorRaise your right and Ill blaze the living proofThe godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute[lil fame]Since we came here we got to show and proveThe m.o.p. is rugged never smoothWe tearin this shit down just like constructionFlip like kilos, with this primo production[billy danze]No doubt, hit em wit that hilltop flavorHardcore niggas on your doorstep neighborAnd this year, here, niggas cant compareSpectators, haters, cuz were *****in with premier[lil fame]Fillin em up wit raps in fact they cant get witA code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addictedMr. danzenie and the fame stayin true to this gameSince you nice was that hip hop gangstaM.o.p. guranteed to keep bringin this dopenessFor the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toastersOn all coastses, north to south, east to westGot high clientele for shit you least expect[billy danze]M.o.p. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell meStill grippin mo steel, a machine gun deliI mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gateAnd sellin shit that I wont tolerateWsup? ! my whole teams in the houseThe gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5s in your *****ing mouthSame ones, burner on blaze***** a memory, yall remember me for bustin my thang...
