New Jack City (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Written by：C. Martin/E. Murry/J. Grinnage

This is ghetto warfare heavy metal warfare

Prepare get on your post and stand clear

If you start it defend it start it we'll end it

We're highly recommended listen this is

Ghetto warfare heavy metal warfare

Prepare get on your post and stand clear

The Brownsville sluggers about to attack

Bring it back yo I'm tired of you herbs

Getting on my nerves

Pretending to be ** dealers and killers

You fold up hold up let me ease the grip

So they can jack talking about how many keys you flip

Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rocking

This li'l ni**a get to popping pistol gripping and cocking

Cuz nine times outta ten

I'm guaranteed to leave you straggling

Plus I bag emcees that's babbling

I ain't trying to hear ya but I'm about ready to ear ya out

Get the gats and clear ya out

Cuz you's a part time felon kid killing yelling

Before I send a slug through your melon

I'm a basket case don't make me bash your face

You sitting I'm sitting on chrome like Masta Ace

It's live ni**a no jive hear the guns blast

I be wrecking like the f**king Jamaicans at Sun Splash

It ain't where you from it's where ya at

And where you be at times you don't have your f**king gat

So chill with your riff raff your b**ch staff

Is some new cats living in New Jack City

This is ghetto warfare heavy metal warfare

Prepare get on your post and stand clear

If you start it defend it start it we'll end it

We're highly recommended listen this is

Ghetto warfare heavy metal warfare

Prepare get on your post and stand clear

The Brownsville sluggers about to attack

Yo what the f**k is the deal here comes a new generation of rap dudes

With fake attitudes that refuse to play by the rules

It's a shame the way they be dissing the game

They fantasize then go to something I would tell lies

These fake thugs replace slugs that's have three to ni**a

Acting like he want it no one wanna see my niggas

Firing Squad still firing f**king wit old timers

Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement

Stopping your traffic like M O P a classic

Putting you b**ch a** niggas in caskets you li'l bastards

Don't know this rap sh*t get this

My family is ready to lynch and roll before all you devils and sins

Raw breed indeed we proceed to give you what you need

You way out of your motherf**king league

It's the warpath O.G. staff

Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot a** in half

My family don't give a f**k about you

How about I jump up and smack the sh*t out you

Get at 'em took you down the Firing Squad committee

Wit no pity detonating this New Jack City