Calm Down
Title | Calm Down |
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Artist | M.O.P. |
Album | Warriorz |
Release Date | 2000 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Okay, 7-1-8, Brownsville, what the fuck you want, niggas? New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker Yeah (Uh), M.O.P. for life (Yeah) Radio (First Family), niggas never play us Uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh, fire), uh (Uh) [Verse 1: Billy Danze] Direct from the concrete jungle, troops (First Family) Survivors of the struggle, duke Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise You fuckin with the original back street boys Billy, that's the nigga name, he been trained To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain He's restricted from the games, he's for real (We love you, Billy) You've been missin' the man Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze Praise him, the most highest He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family What, y'all niggas wanna try us? Down in Brooklyn 'til his motherfuckin' life expire Listen, this world revolves around Niggas that rob and steal and deal and kill for thrills and How could you refuse the Danze? It's hard to confuse the Danze, he's a very unusual man With or without a plan to outshine those that shine Just gimme mine, you understand? (Yo) [Chorus: M.O.P.] It's the legendary M.O.P. We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though Calm down (Get back) Calm down (Get back) And we have the constitutional rights to bear arms To flare arms whenever we fear harm So calm down (Get back) Calm down (Get back) [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Fizzy Wo magnificent (Rock, rock on) You dead wrong to think I got caught in the storm I got cats like you wild, you mad I put it down slick as Nu Nile without a durag Look, y'all niggas is bitch-made, switchblades Walkin' 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid Ba-bump, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump, ho Ease back, fall back See this nine M-double? All black Everybody's a killer, y'all wack Here's a clip full, you can have all that In fact, hold this instead, 'cause I wrap Aluminum bats around niggas' heads You see it Brooklyn, you heard? I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd Y'all niggas act like y'all came here to shoot I kick all y'all ass with the same pair of boots Witness the game unfurl, don't be another Reject, fuck around and get eject from the world You might also like[Chorus: M.O.P.] It's the legendary M.O.P. We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me, though Calm down (Get back) Calm down (Get back) 'Cause we have the constitutional rights to bear arms To flare arms whenever we fear harm So calm down (Get back) Calm down (Get back) |