MF DOOM, M.O.P. - Warriorz (MF Doom Special Blend) lyrics

Why y'all niggas is sis' to
Fuck with Lil' Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Put your ass on you
I remind niggas with that blue
Steel that you rip
And the rush that you felt from
The nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna ride with me
Collide with me

Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames with
The hand full of niggas that I came with
I ain't tripping
I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you ever caught me slipping
You will stop me, won't you, pop me
Won't you but you know I'll whoop
Ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong
Your moms don't need so stop breathing'
Before you cats and you ass get deleted

Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up) Pounds up! (Pounds up)
We build this foundation
From the ground up nigga

Stand up faggot
I'll let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz) Back with my
Golden fiend and Womack
(BLAOW) Nigga hold that
Juliani can't control that
(We buss outta clutches on Magnum
Triggers) He know that
With the same cats that blaze
DAT's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then came back
Doin' it hard
So send your soldiers cobra and I
Will send everyone of 'em back
With holes under they' hat
Falls of through they' back
Damn with it motherfucker
(BK) All day real with it motherfucker
I'm not your average
I'm from a block where they trap cops
And made 'em holler ten-thirteen
It's the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking with now
Now kill-a-kill again
With an unusual will to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking with me

Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up) Pounds up! (Pounds up)
We build this foundation
From the ground up nigga

It's an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, motherfucker bang (bang)
It's the streets in me, and me
I'm staying tuned to this shit
It's music to my ears
I'm immune to this shit i'm suffering
From a disease called 'Leave
Me the fuck alone'
In this full blown (blown) , bitch
MOP, prepare for the ruckus
And we murder-murder ma-murder-murder
You motherfuckers

Allow me the way out, down out
Pull my gun out
Run out in the middle of a street light
(Bum, bum bum) ah, there you go
Bastard, murder international
Custom main caskets
Now could any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this streetgame is
Going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old days
We all blaze, we all study criminal ways

Look, ain't nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this year
Mound up (Mound up) Pounds up! (Pounds up)
We build this foundation
From the ground up nigga