Punks Jump Up

Lyrics
[Chorus: M.O.P.] Won't you punks jump up to get beat down? Broken down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A little unrational I (?) that thing out and GLAT GLAT [Verse 1: M.O.P.] Ayo, a nigga got stuck up Them niggas just snuck up I rock all fronts cause my teeth is fucked up Still bag bitches like Bishop (?) dressed in green But I'm slick as a nigga from queens Keep the dress cold, Carhartt, tent hat Damn hoodie and a Goose Down, somethin' to match Put that nina in my way for when you niggas act hard You wouldn't bust a motherfuckin' grape in Welch's back yard, nigga Get ya gangster right, you fuckin' with the F-I Double Z-Y-W-O-M-A-C-K, nigga Life in the B-R-O B-R-O-O, OK NYN, NYC, for NYG New York niggas get dough to toast Come to your gravesite, shootin' at your motherfuckin' ghosts This is homicide capital, nigga-niggity-nigga no doubt M.O.P., niggas that weed out [Chorus: M.O.P.] So, won't you chumps jump up to get beat down Broken down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A little unrational It's the M.O.P., nigga Won't you chumps jump up to get beat down Broke down to his very last- [Skit] Hold up man, hold on hold on What you said 'bout my dead kid man? Damn! Y'all be drinkin' that shit! Woah, my bad dawg, ain't none else to drink Man, fuck outta here [Verse 2: M.O.P.] You thought the fuckin' show was over, homie Nuh uh, I ain't gon' let you roll up on me homie I regulate and radiate everything that I'm involved with From all aspects of my environment Keep on firin', thuggin' with my cavalry (?) reality Niggas do anything to earn a salary, try to do somethin' foul to me And I'ma bring out the big mal in me, so [Bridge: M.O.P.] ST. M.O.P., marksmen Mount up, mount up, mount up, mount up! I said ST. M.O.P., marksmen Mount up, mount up, mount up, mount up! Man, show 'em nigga! [Chorus: M.O.P.] Won't you chumps jump up to get beat down Broken down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A little unrational It's the M.O.P., nigga Won't you punks jump up to get beat down Broken down to his very last compound See how it sounds? A little unrational I (?) that thing out and GLAT GLAT, GLAT
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil’ Fame
- Billy Danze