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letra de roc la familia - m.o.p.

[intro: jay-z]
ha! yeah, welcome the newest addition to the roc
m.o.p. (bk!) yes, yessss
most unstoppable record label on the planet
(get the f-ck up n-gga) r.o.c., the dynasty
yessssss

[verse 1: lil’ fame]
it’s the m.o.p. “calm down” first la familia
bang it out with the r.o.cafe
air la familia – get famil-iar
pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown
we are, beyond, phenomenon, from brook-nam
first n-ggas to make hip-hop her-on
like a song featuring ‘pac, biggie and the pope
but my name is on the walk of fame like bob hope
baby pah, i am the two-thousand and dre say
crazy, baby malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay
shе came you f-ggots (send ’em out)
with a sеmi, and loop to ‘matic like, foom
then hop in the truck
like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like
boom, boom, boom
it’s the first fam, laugh at y’all n-gga, home peace

[verse 2: memphis bleek]
and i’m thee, m-e, fresh out of the start
m-b ’til i dizzie, high when i re-side
i pop, pop, pop; n-gga go against the roc
i’ll make his heartbeat stop
them from saratoga, me from far rockaway
moved up in marcy but never put the glock away
i reps, my, set
sh-t i’m no blood or cuz, i make cuz lose blood
talk anything, i pop it fast
talk about clothes i done popped some tags
talk about dram’, i done popped the gat
you can talk about hoes i done popped them pads
like g to get up in it, let my n-ggas live a minute
let you n-ggas breathe a minute now you can’t sleep a minute
cause it’s easy, dawg, back in this b-tch
no peace talk n-gga, it’s on in this b-tch
[verse 3: beanie sigel]
well it’s the s, t, a-t-e
p-r-o-p, e-r
t, y, state property n-gga
monopoly n-gga, ain’t no stoppin n-gga
first a s.p. fl!ck then the s.p. stitched it
must admit, since a playpen gifted
and ain’t no tellin what the car tune net gross
you characters like cartoon network
n-gga what you dumb high? i wring your neck like spongebob
go get your sets dripped cause son dry
n-gga get your crumb sn-tched, i ain’t dumb keep the m-1
with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung ‘laxed
yes crack, the official sh-t is back
who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a mac
like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street
like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat

[verse 4: billy danze]
uhh! beans, give me that thang, sh-t is lookin strange
these young motherf-ckers think it’s a game
(shorty hide ya chain) i’m on tour, i sold sh-t
that hang from a rope when i spit it’s goin through ’em
now that’s whassup; i don’t give a f-ck
about what set you throwin up – i’m from the ‘ville
where we fire, fire, fire
with intention to k!ll and burn down yo’ entire empire f’real
the word on the street, you’re sweet
the toughest sh-t in your ruggedest song is the beat
you irrelevant ass n-gga
you pro-fessional, bi-s-xual, dilettante ass n-gga
(get ready to blast n-gga) if not, take flight
say m.o., think o, and get it right
cause when the “warriorz” come through, you’re low
see me b-i-double-l-y d-a-n-z-ini i’m gone
[hook: jay-z x2]
it’s the r-o-c cafe, y’knahmean?
m.o.p., billy danze, you slept, y’knahmean?
memph bleek, young and mack, y’knahmean?
get back, y’knahmean? get clapped, y’knahmean?

[outro: jay-z]
crack! young! gunz! geah!
(and the question is) {that’s it that’s all}
you gotta love it
(what exactly) it’s the o.g
(did you n-ggas expect?) young
ride out, ride out (fitzroy)
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[fades out]

- m o p

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