Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. f O.C. - Down 4 Whateva

 
Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out 
 
Verse one: O.C. 
 
Now check this motherfucking capo right here 
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip 
We gon` jam when its time to blast! 
Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass 
We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops 
I`m naming names, fuck it, it`s on 
I`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shit 
With this ten-man clique 
Who don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit 
And if you ever think it can`t happen to you 
You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes 
I ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to your ass raw 
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR 
Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn`s on the map forever 
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever 
With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot 
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE 
(Come on) 
 
Chorus: 
 
Flatbush *cut and scratched* 
--Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" 
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) 
"Thought I`d remind y`all" *scratching* 
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I`d remind y`all" 
?? *cut and scratched* 
--East New York-- "Thought I`d remind y`all" 
 
Verse two: Lil` Fame 
 
I used to roll `em, this is a holdup 
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole 
up 
This game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping dude 
I`m still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude 
(Try to act rude) Play the mascott 
With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got 
Clap, shot the body, I`m keeping it real 
That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill 
That whole shit was animation, immitation 
When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration 
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation 
Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION 
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s 
Flippin this track with O.C. 
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! 
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga! 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse three: Billy Danze 
 
Hot damn! Danze shot your head 
Full cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up the bread 
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone 
So the balance that I wrote like ???, we`re taking on 
Put the rest of that shit in the bag 
I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don`t make me mad 
(Here we go again!) You ain`t known, I control my destiny 
I only got love for the thugs that`s next to me 
(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill 
*pause* I told ya, I`m real! 
And I`ve been doing a double danly 
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t fail me) 
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even 
I`m 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 I`d remind y`all"
 

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