Down 4 Whateva

Lyrics

[Intro: O.C. (M.O.P shouting)] (Bass) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (My niggas) What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck (Firing Squad, nigga) Ha, uh, yeah, ha What, what, my M.O.P. Click (My motherfucking M.O.P nigga) (For Life) Them niggas deep, what the deal, yeah (For Life) O.C. nigga, coming for real, what (O.C.) Uh, yeah Check this shit out [Verse 1: O.C] Now check this motherfucking combo right here Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a Glock and a clip We won't jam when it's time to blast! Bitch niggas on wax, we 'bout to get in yo' ass We done played the background for too long All my new shit, I'm namin' names, fuck it, it's on I'm takin' it back to some Brooklyn shit, with this ten-man clique Who don't know how to act, lookin' for some niggas to hit And if you that rapper who think it can't happen to you You might end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes I ain't playin' no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw I flipped the word around, nigga, this means (WAR!) Yo, fuck that, Crooklyn's on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hold y'all niggas down for whatever With mics or with the guns when it's time to shoot To Crooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE (Come on) [Chorus] Flatbush Crown Heights "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville (Firing Squad) Bed-Stuy "Thought I'd remind y'all" Bushwick *cut and scratched* C.I.- *cut and scratched* "Thought I'd remind y'all" Fort Greene *cut and scratched* --East New York "Thought I'd remind y'all" [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] I used to roll up, this is a holdup, MAKE 'em fold up Come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole up This game ain't changed 'cause I became a rapper dude I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clap a dude (Try to act rude) Play the mascot With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Mad shots to the body, I'm keeping it real That cartoon-ass-nigga thought he was King of the Hill That whole shit was animation, imitation But I shipped that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights in the LAST GENERATION You're facin', M.O.P., O.G.'s Flippin' this track with O.C Niggas know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga! Where guns spark and leave them things smokin', nigga! [Chorus] Flatbush Crown Heights "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville (Firing Squad, nigga) "Thought I'd remind y'all" Bushwick C.I "Thought I'd remind y'all" Fort Greene --East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" [Verse 3: Billy Danze] BANG, BANG! Right upside your head Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread (Clack, clack!) You guys got fat while we were gone So the diamonds that in Rolex watches rocking, take it off Put the rest of that shit in the bag I would tear your ass to pieces, so dude please don't make me mad (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that's next to me (Who that?) Berkowitz, soldier, I'm ill I told ya, I'm real! And I've been doing a devil danly Every whispers from my tears is sayin' (Daddy, don't fail me) Although the work that I done in my front may never be even I'm one of them dudes that niggas refuse to believe in (Life is full of obstacles!) So I keep weepin' (At 24-years old) My only goal is to keep breathin' [Outro] Brooklyn "Thought I'd remind y'all"