M.O.P. - Muddy Waters lyrics
[M.O.P. - Muddy Waters lyrics]
Nigga we been here forever (First Family)
Let's go! yeahhh, y'all know how the game go
Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga
(Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH!
Just make a note of it
One, one, we like it rockin nigga
(Put 'em up) yeah, we still Hip-Hoppin nigga
(It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah
Fuckin with the murder staff now
(TRUE TO LIFE)
Yo I was drivin an $80
000 car befo' I got with Dash
But, I won't lie and say
This ain't about the cash
Cognac, six pack, and some dough in the stash
Sit back and watch my children
Play in the grass
And hopefully through this writin
I'm enlightenin the hood
(Seems sorta sheisty) yeah but
It ain't all good
Everyone that did me wrong
Know this nigga strong
So hopefully for you that animosity is gone
(THROW IT UP) For the homey Headqcourterz
And all the other brothers we
Lost in muddy waters (waters)
How do we go through life when
Our peeps don't support us
(You put up a good fight) yeah
But the streets still caught us
And the beef still brought us
In the middle of the street
Bodies riddled from bullets from our
Head to our feet the game get deep
But y'all just see the surface
Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep
(HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze
I don't fuck with them children
I'm a grown-ass man i live on the edge
I was raised where most niggas pledge
To murder motherfuckers by the dozen
I'm drownin in the shallow waters
And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top
Something so unpure in the air to catch
I feel siiiin upon me
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from
Choose one - muddy waters
If your family chose
The road of the old code
You bound to lose one - these muddy waters
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from, choose one
Remember how you and the homey rode
Make sure you travel with the homey soul
When steppin through muddy waters
Yo, a man once, hustled in the rain, sleet
Snow (ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows
To feed his family
It was sweet tears and blood
That's what I call love
What do you call love?
Picture the same man losin his
Life for some lame bitch
He was out on the grind for, long story short
For Father's Day she'll place
Flowers on his grave then head upstate
To visit the nigga that murdered
Him the next day
(Look at that) My fundamentals
Come from the Hill
Saratoga left love in the 'Ville
Still hear the sound of my footsteps
Steppin away
From my childhood toward the physique and
The frame of a nigga
But mentally I'm stuck in the past
Askin myself why I was walkin so fast
Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin
I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get
Heart to face Miss Starling
It's like my moms is the angel in the sky
And I can see tears comin down
The West Indian lady eyes
But, I apologize, and those I've hurt
With my bullshit, please
Believe I ain't mean it
(He ain't mean it) But, I'm still a good man
As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I
Still march as I scream at
The top of my lungs mOP tO THE DEATH
Stompin through muddy waters
Let's go! yeahhh, y'all know how the game go
Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga
(Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH!
Just make a note of it
One, one, we like it rockin nigga
(Put 'em up) yeah, we still Hip-Hoppin nigga
(It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah
Fuckin with the murder staff now
(TRUE TO LIFE)
Yo I was drivin an $80
000 car befo' I got with Dash
But, I won't lie and say
This ain't about the cash
Cognac, six pack, and some dough in the stash
Sit back and watch my children
Play in the grass
And hopefully through this writin
I'm enlightenin the hood
(Seems sorta sheisty) yeah but
It ain't all good
Everyone that did me wrong
Know this nigga strong
So hopefully for you that animosity is gone
(THROW IT UP) For the homey Headqcourterz
And all the other brothers we
Lost in muddy waters (waters)
How do we go through life when
Our peeps don't support us
(You put up a good fight) yeah
But the streets still caught us
And the beef still brought us
In the middle of the street
Bodies riddled from bullets from our
Head to our feet the game get deep
But y'all just see the surface
Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep
(HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze
I don't fuck with them children
I'm a grown-ass man i live on the edge
I was raised where most niggas pledge
To murder motherfuckers by the dozen
I'm drownin in the shallow waters
And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top
Something so unpure in the air to catch
I feel siiiin upon me
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from
Choose one - muddy waters
If your family chose
The road of the old code
You bound to lose one - these muddy waters
You win some, you lose some
It's two roads to choose from, choose one
Remember how you and the homey rode
Make sure you travel with the homey soul
When steppin through muddy waters
Yo, a man once, hustled in the rain, sleet
Snow (ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows
To feed his family
It was sweet tears and blood
That's what I call love
What do you call love?
Picture the same man losin his
Life for some lame bitch
He was out on the grind for, long story short
For Father's Day she'll place
Flowers on his grave then head upstate
To visit the nigga that murdered
Him the next day
(Look at that) My fundamentals
Come from the Hill
Saratoga left love in the 'Ville
Still hear the sound of my footsteps
Steppin away
From my childhood toward the physique and
The frame of a nigga
But mentally I'm stuck in the past
Askin myself why I was walkin so fast
Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin
I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get
Heart to face Miss Starling
It's like my moms is the angel in the sky
And I can see tears comin down
The West Indian lady eyes
But, I apologize, and those I've hurt
With my bullshit, please
Believe I ain't mean it
(He ain't mean it) But, I'm still a good man
As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I
Still march as I scream at
The top of my lungs mOP tO THE DEATH
Stompin through muddy waters