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Correct Stress Ya'll Lyrics
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Kick ass! First Family! [Chorus: M. O. P.] Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all M. O. P. To the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all So these niggaz can't touch y'all Firing squad! Yes yes y'all [Verse One: Billy Danze] Good evening, you contaminated semen I'm here for a different reason (continue breathin) I notice you been schemin, on the First Family (Family) Disbelieving we're (forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-hopping and popping) Yes yes y'all! I'm not a rapper, I never made a rap song You motherfuckers got it all wrong! I'm a man standin behind a cannon, plannin to pop ya We got on yo' click like I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell And get respect when niggaz, struggle for riches As the wind blow, through my window, real slow at night It shakes me in fright, it's well after twelve But I still see a bright light (take 'em back to crime time) Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin I see them fake thugs, givin up fake dap and fake hugs We appreciate the fake love Keep in mind I'm determined to shine like my son Industry enemy number one, yes yes y'all! [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Lil' Fame] I'm bout to start this bitch from Ground Zero (oh!) When I start cussin and bustin, niggaz call pound zero I'm not just a rap ar-tist I'm also a gat pack artist (oh!) gat clap artist (oh!) And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!) Send forty-pound slugs through your back artist (Now that's an artist!) I leave 'em left out With his flesh out, layin stretched out, sketched out (No doubt!) I still do the same thing Streey life is still a Fame game What you thought the game changed? I hang out and break day until the street lights go off Or the heat pipe go off (Boom!) It's what we pack on the Hilltop, (true!) What's the sound when the steel pop? (Boom!) Bitch! I will dismiss you You got issues, deal witcho issues I look 'em dead in the face, pop one in 'em And knock the venom out a motherfuckin snake I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all, and creep back through And if he's stretched I'm like yes yes y'all [Chorus x2]
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