Facing Off Lyrics
| Song | Facing Off |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | First Family 4 Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Elliot, Grinnage, Murry | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Rap dudes, let's rap | |
| Rap dudes | |
| Yeah, (laughing) | |
| Yeah, come on motherfucka | |
| Yea i gave ya a hour nigga | |
| But now i want my shit back | |
| Bring it to ya ass | |
| Fizzy wo mack, l.a. | |
| I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass | |
| Motherfucka | |
| [lil fame] | |
| Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (slash) | |
| No actor dude (brownsville), snap a dude | |
| You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol | |
| We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you | |
| And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you | |
| Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude | |
| B-boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool | |
| Any and every individual, this can happen too | |
| We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas | |
| Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about | |
| I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts | |
| Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i'm out | |
| Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away | |
| But they fuck around with fame 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 | |
| What i can play, lil fame like a mothafucka | |
| Say why ya rollin, i'm patrolin, man god on steel | |
| Who the fuck you think you are nigga? ron o'neal? (fuck outta here) | |
| All i really need is respect, that's what i'm mention for (bitch) | |
| What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo? | |
| And when it jump off don't ask did he know | |
| Because he knows who the fuck i am, fizzy woe | |
| Magnificent, baby | |
| [beat changes] | |
| Firing squad | |
| One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas illest | |
| My niggas | |
| You know my steez nigga, you know my steez | |
| M.o.p., fizzy woe | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Yo i'm a brownsville native junior, i'm talkin born and raised | |
| That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze | |
| (first family) suffer for days (come on) | |
| And we inheritin them criminal ways | |
| I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams | |
| And a hand full of niggas that i call upon team | |
| By the time i was thirteen (thirteen) | |
| I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby | |
| It's like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line | |
| (soldier boy) rapid fire the greatest of all time | |
| We 'em dance, waitin for shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga) | |
| I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know i exist; | |
| That's why my point is gettin missed | |
| I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto | |
| And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros | |
| [laughing] | |
| Nigga | |
| Ha ha | |
| *several alarms heard* |
| zuo qu : Elliot, Grinnage, Murry | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Rap dudes, let' s rap | |
| Rap dudes | |
| Yeah, laughing | |
| Yeah, come on motherfucka | |
| Yea i gave ya a hour nigga | |
| But now i want my shit back | |
| Bring it to ya ass | |
| Fizzy wo mack, l. a. | |
| I' m a continue to bring it to ya ass | |
| Motherfucka | |
| lil fame | |
| Welcome me back bitch nigga, it' s the rapper dude slash | |
| No actor dude brownsville, snap a dude | |
| You listen to gun shots pop, it' s murder capitol | |
| We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you | |
| And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you | |
| Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude | |
| Bboy' s employed decoys, just to trap a fool | |
| Any and every individual, this can happen too | |
| We move on niggas, rip two' s on niggas | |
| Cuz ain' t no tellin what them fellas about | |
| I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts | |
| Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i' m out | |
| Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away | |
| But they fuck around with fame 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 | |
| What i can play, lil fame like a mothafucka | |
| Say why ya rollin, i' m patrolin, man god on steel | |
| Who the fuck you think you are nigga? ron o' neal? fuck outta here | |
| All i really need is respect, that' s what i' m mention for bitch | |
| What you inchin for clack clack, what ya flinchin fo? | |
| And when it jump off don' t ask did he know | |
| Because he knows who the fuck i am, fizzy woe | |
| Magnificent, baby | |
| beat changes | |
| Firing squad | |
| One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas illest | |
| My niggas | |
| You know my steez nigga, you know my steez | |
| M. o. p., fizzy woe | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo i' m a brownsville native junior, i' m talkin born and raised | |
| That' s where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze | |
| first family suffer for days come on | |
| And we inheritin them criminal ways | |
| I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams | |
| And a hand full of niggas that i call upon team | |
| By the time i was thirteen thirteen | |
| I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby | |
| It' s like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line | |
| soldier boy rapid fire the greatest of all time | |
| We ' em dance, waitin for shaq to get back welcome home my nigga | |
| I done made plans 96 of this world don' t know i exist | |
| That' s why my point is gettin missed | |
| I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto | |
| And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros | |
| laughing | |
| Nigga | |
| Ha ha | |
| several alarms heard |
| zuò qǔ : Elliot, Grinnage, Murry | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Rap dudes, let' s rap | |
| Rap dudes | |
| Yeah, laughing | |
| Yeah, come on motherfucka | |
| Yea i gave ya a hour nigga | |
| But now i want my shit back | |
| Bring it to ya ass | |
| Fizzy wo mack, l. a. | |
| I' m a continue to bring it to ya ass | |
| Motherfucka | |
| lil fame | |
| Welcome me back bitch nigga, it' s the rapper dude slash | |
| No actor dude brownsville, snap a dude | |
| You listen to gun shots pop, it' s murder capitol | |
| We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you | |
| And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you | |
| Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude | |
| Bboy' s employed decoys, just to trap a fool | |
| Any and every individual, this can happen too | |
| We move on niggas, rip two' s on niggas | |
| Cuz ain' t no tellin what them fellas about | |
| I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts | |
| Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i' m out | |
| Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away | |
| But they fuck around with fame 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 | |
| What i can play, lil fame like a mothafucka | |
| Say why ya rollin, i' m patrolin, man god on steel | |
| Who the fuck you think you are nigga? ron o' neal? fuck outta here | |
| All i really need is respect, that' s what i' m mention for bitch | |
| What you inchin for clack clack, what ya flinchin fo? | |
| And when it jump off don' t ask did he know | |
| Because he knows who the fuck i am, fizzy woe | |
| Magnificent, baby | |
| beat changes | |
| Firing squad | |
| One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas illest | |
| My niggas | |
| You know my steez nigga, you know my steez | |
| M. o. p., fizzy woe | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo i' m a brownsville native junior, i' m talkin born and raised | |
| That' s where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze | |
| first family suffer for days come on | |
| And we inheritin them criminal ways | |
| I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams | |
| And a hand full of niggas that i call upon team | |
| By the time i was thirteen thirteen | |
| I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby | |
| It' s like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line | |
| soldier boy rapid fire the greatest of all time | |
| We ' em dance, waitin for shaq to get back welcome home my nigga | |
| I done made plans 96 of this world don' t know i exist | |
| That' s why my point is gettin missed | |
| I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto | |
| And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros | |
| laughing | |
| Nigga | |
| Ha ha | |
| several alarms heard |
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