Anticipation lyrics

Artist  : M.o.p. 
Song : Anticipation



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Chorus:
(sample)This is what you waited all
year for the hardcore
Firing Squad! Firing
Hard!

I'm top of the line realistic and
rugged never smooth
Ring ding! Ring ding!
M.O.P. coming through
Guns and roses hit 'em
hit 'em up kid
For real!
Say what say what
say what?
I'm packing blue steel
Drama lord
ice master quick to blast ya
Thoroughbreds with
hearts cold as Alaska
F A G's get bust down to
they knees
M.O.P. to the death kid
Yeah,
cock then squeeze

(Lil' Fame)
I'm here
to make moves and never fake moves
I like to
break fools in half, put 'em on they ass
If
they never paid dues
It's time! To get rid of
your fly talk
Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the
next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer
down whenever I'm in the town
Speak for my
love thug niggas in the ground
I'm dedicated,
never been over-challenged
My over-violent
lyrics will knock you off of balance
I'll wet
MC's like Vietnamese
But yet they freeze like
coke
When they provoke me to squeeze
Lil'
Fame represent the turf
With thugs so hard
they put scars on the face of the Earth
Out to
hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya!
Fuck a
frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture
So
keep your eyes focused on this overdose of
dopeness
Coming through to a hip-hop spot near
you

Chorus

Yo, it's the world's
famous niggas born to kill
From the ill side
of town, so you best get your steel
It's ill,
the street life is real son
You shouldn't have
to go get a _______ fool
Stick to ya
guns!
Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto
child
Representing for ill crews, and
Kid I
ain't got nothing to lose
I been there, to my
peoples up in them cells
Up in them jails,
ringing bells
Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise
hell!!

(Billy Danze)
I believe you're
dope (dope) yep (yep)
But you can't fuck
around (fuck around)
And take a lock to half
actual natural sound
Damn bad! Motherfucker we
didn't leave
We just laid back in the
cut
Stuck some shit up our sleeve
Please,
we don't roll deep, we squeeze
But make to
flip
I'll have enough niggas around to sink a
fucking ship
What! I feel is What! I do
And
G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out
too
I wish I would let a nigga take
mine
When my niggas is niggas that live on the
front line
The hardcore, raw Brownsville
B-Boy
Quick on the draw like the late great
Prince Leroy
When my nigga was on the
scene
More ammunition passed through his hands
than the average Marine
From the Hill part fool
where they still start the ruckus
Firing
Squad!!
Kill a whole heap of you
motherfuckers

Chorus