Down 4 Whateva lyrics

Artist  : M.o.p. 
Song : Down 4 Whateva



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Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this sh*t out

Verse one: O.C.

Now check this motherf**king capo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a
glock and a clip
We gon` jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass
We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
I`m naming names, f**k it, it`s on
I`m taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
With this ten-man clique
Who don`t know how to act, lookin for some niggaz
to hit
And if you ever think it can`t happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some
bale-ass shoes
I ain`t playin no more, I`m gonna bring it to
your as* raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
Yo, f**k that, Brooklyn`s on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for
whatever
With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)

Chorus:

Flatbush *cut and scratched*
--Crown Heights-- "Thought I`d remind
y`all"
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) 
"Thought I`d remind y`all" *scratching*
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I)
Thought I`d remind y`all"
?? *cut and scratched*
--East New York-- "Thought I`d remind
y`all"

Verse two: Lil` Fame

I used to roll `em, this is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get
your whole sh*t swole 
up
This game ain`t changed cause I became a rapping
dude
I`m still a black cat, quick, and straight
clapping dude
(Try to act rude) Play the mascott
With your clown as* ways, these days, look what
your as* got
Clap, shot the body, I`m keeping it real
That cartoon as* nigga thought he was King of the
Hill
That whole sh*t was animation, immitation
When I shipped that as* on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.`s 
Flippin this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this sh*t down for Brooklyn,
nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking,
nigga!

Chorus

Verse three: Billy Danze

Hot damn! Danze shot your head
Full cooperation, I`m taking donations, ante up
the bread
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that I wrote like ???, we`re
taking on
Put the rest of that sh*t in the bag
I would tear your as* to pieces, so you 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?) Berkuance, soldier, I`m ill
*pause* I told ya, I`m real!
And I`ve been doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don`t
fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never
be even
I`m one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to
believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep
breathing

*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I`d
remind y`all"