the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again,
and get carried away 'Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of sea Nigga of the sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big Willie like I'm runnin' this game
carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What I can
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get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What
the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah
yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK) M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY) B Day nigga get up off snooze [snoring noise] Don
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like
I'm tryin to make a plan Tuggin on yo' main bitch hand, tryin to make a friend This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray I'm in the parkin lot,
'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big
for my solo I'm the man Stat Quo know I ain't gotta explain even Bo know Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold Get hit in the face with the
m not Jay-Z Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch
I'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me This ain't a movie dog, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big
sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob
a milli, I'm vanilli So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob frames
