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M.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva lyrics
Brooklyn, uh, yeah, now
 Check this shit out
 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, ayyo 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 it's time to shoot
 To Brooklyn I give a 21-gun salute
 (Come on)
 Flatbush
 Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Brownsville
 (Firing Squad)
 "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Bushwick, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 (See I)
 [Unverified]
 East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 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
 Play the mascott
 (Try to act rude)
 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 hillM.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva - http://motolyrics.com/mop/down-4-whateva-lyrics.html
 That whole shit was animation, imitation
 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
 Flatbush
 Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Brownsville
 (Firing squad)
 "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Bushwick, " Thought I'd remind y'all"
 (See I)
 [Unverified]
 East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Hot damn, danze shot your head
 Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
 You got that fat while we were gone
 (Clap, clap)
 So, the balance that I wrote like [unverified], 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
 You ain't known, I control my destiny
 (Here we go again)
 I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
 Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
 (Who that?)
 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
 So keep weeping
 (Life is full of obstacles)
 My only goal is too keep breathing
 (At 24 years old)
Brooklyn, "Thought I'd remind y'all"








