M.O.P. - Get Yours lyrics

Your off-beat DJ, everything he play
Is all punk shit, tell him to bump this
That old gorilla in the trunk shit
Yo, I'm a chip off the old block
I'm all I got (Get yours)
I'm calling shots
(Get yours) , you call cops (uh)
Them boys twat, when it's gon' stop?
Come on nigga you a warlock or not?
You ain't a real killer, you just talk a lot
(About) Your coke spots (about)
Your dope spots
(About) Picking up bricks from the boat dock
(About) Your bulletproof whips like
The pope got

Get clipped on your own block
You hear the road blocked
It's like Fort Knox
This is Brownsville homie
Keep them both cocked and we ain't worried
Legendary mean it won't stop
(It don't stop) we fluid on the blacktop
And 1545 still the backdrop
Been there done that
So whatever you got locked, run that
Or get your snapshot sent back ugly

And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours)
What's that? (Get yours) what's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours)
Fuck that! (Get yours) fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth
Shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle
Nigga pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on
(Come on)

Dirty like a stolen black nine
With a body on it
Don't nobody want it, I put my mama on it
Chrome tecs so what the hell you
Probably find me on it
Tools down to my kicks you know
How I be on it they say them niggas Fame
And Bill too aggressive
They say them MOP boys is too reckless
Y'all niggas is PU with 2 S's
And I ain't never buy the
Bar out for you heffers

You keep fucking around and we'll stretch ya
Saratoga Ave, bet it, whole different texture
We all in the mix of
The blitz while y'all lecture
We in the thick of the shit with no pressure
Get it and go, you gettin' it raw, Fishscale
Top of the line, kept on the low MO
We outshine them niggas in prime time
Deliver the bam! bam! this undeniable grind

And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours)
What's that? (Get yours) what's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours)
Fuck that! (Get yours) fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth
Shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle
Nigga pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on
(Come on)

I still stay in touch with
The streets and spit thuggery
I stay sucker free, who wan' rump me?
Salute to the die hard fans that fuck with me
Start a mosh pit, fuck around
Loose a couple teeth
That's what people want so
We designed it raw
With the Snowgoons behind the boards
The pallbearers of hip hop
We carry your whack ass off then bury y'all
This is real heavy y'all (MARXMEN)

Three steps ahead of y'all
Three generations in so we bet it all
In the middle of the street
Where we set it off
Nigga really want a win he gotta get involved
MOP dog we been AWOL
Big Hemi in my chest for the long haul
Turning a nigga to a mess
Is what I'm going for
Leaving hollows in his chest is what we cause

And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours)
What's that? (Get yours) what's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours)
Fuck that! (Get yours) fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth
Shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle
Nigga pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on
(Come on)