M.o.p. - Way Of The World Lyrics
There are a lot of background and underlying vocals in this song. It's impossible to get them all but I got the main ones. Aaaah. ***** it *echoes* ***** you *echoes* Come on! Ah Chorus: M.O.P.: Its the way of the world right? (Aaaah) Billy Danze: Can't nobody change The way them thug niggaz do they thing M.O.P.: Its the way of the world right?(Huhhh) Billy Danze: Can't nobody change The way em real niggaz play the game *repeat* Verse One: Billy Danze Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?) Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide Staff Never the type to screw ya Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do ya(Boo-yea) It's a hundred situations ampin me The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole *****ing family (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the ***** are you? (Clap, clap) What the ***** you wanna do? (***** you) I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to slip through it Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it (Hell ya) You know the street game Welcome new players to these homicide layers to be slain Look both ways before you cross a nigga Decent families have lost a nigga, that came across a nigga He knew wasn't havin shit He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole *****ing click (Whole *****in click, Premeditaion) On a daily basis And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your faces Nobody cares if your mother cry They don't a ***** if your brother die (Don't give a ***** about you) Chorus Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline* These mother*****ers wanna stop me, it ain't hard to count But it'll be a cold day in hell I would never change, my style or my profile Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main beat resumes* Why do *****ers, mother*****ers wanna ***** around with this livest shit? Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!) Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent I know ya wanna see me dead Sprawled out with some thick red shit leaking from my head Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap songs Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Mother*****er!) ***** that! I send the goons out to get ya Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN And put your brains on the outside to the let the world see the sheisty shit you was thinkin This nigga can't change(Nah) This nigga can't rearrange(Nah) The way a thug do his thing (Yeah) Never let em get the best of me I put the metal to your temple and catch the next plane to the West Indies *spoken:* (Fly, baby) Nigga,(Mother*****ers)! (Fly, nigga) I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one mother*****in thing This M.O.P. shit is for real, nigga Y'all mother*****ers better recognize Lil' Fame over chorus: First Family, nigga. There's a concept behing that shit We your family in the first mother*****in place To all y'all new mother*****ers, find somebody, nigga Get the ***** out my face. Salute to all my true niggaz Made you for life, nigga (That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never quit
