Way Of The World lyrics

Artist  : M.o.p. 
Song : Way Of The World



 Send "Way Of The World" Ringtone to your Cell 

  * There are a lot of background and underlying
vocals in this song.
It's impossible to get them all, but I got the
main ones.

Aaaah. f**k it *echoes*  f**k you *echoes* Come
on! Ah

Chorus: 
M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right? (Aaaah)
Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
The way them thug niggaz do they thing
M.O.P.: Its the way of the world, right?(Huhhh)
Billy Danze: Can't nobody change
The way em real niggaz play the game
*repeat*

Verse One: Billy Danze
Yo I grew up on an ill path (St. ?)
Posted up on the hill with the real Homicide
Staff
Never the type to screw ya
Just the type to pursue ya, step to ya and do
ya(Boo-yea)
It's a hundred situations ampin me
The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole
f**king family
(Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the
f**k are you?
(Clap, clap) What the f**k you wanna do? (f**k
you)
I been caught in a deathrap twice, managed to
slip through it
Wacked four niggaz, and I still gotta do it
(Hell ya) You know the street game
Welcome new players to these homicide layers to
be slain
Look both ways before you cross a nigga
Decent families have lost a nigga, that came
across a nigga
He knew wasn't havin shit
He seen him lick off and kickoff a whole f**king
click
(Whole f**kin click, Premeditaion) On a daily
basis
And nickel M and M's may be pressed against your
faces
Nobody cares if your mother cry
They don't a F**K if your brother die 
(Don't give a f**k about you)

Chorus

Verse Two: Lil' Fame *rapping to the baseline*
These motherf**kers wanna stop me, it ain't hard
to count
 
But it'll be a cold day in hell
I would never change, my style or my profile
Or the way I put myself down (cha down) *main
beat resumes*
Why do f**kers, motherf**kers
wanna f**k around with this livest shit?
Chrome 44's, soul survivalers (Unstoppable!)
Got a crew to drop a crew, remarkable
The infinite, fizzy wo magnificent 
I know ya wanna see me dead 
Sprawled out with some thick red sh*t leaking
from my head
Hollerin: rest in peace, making money off my rap
songs
Callin it the best of M.O.P. (Motherf**ker!)
f**k that! I send the goons out to get ya
Hit ya, and take them knew jacks down wit ya
LEAVE EM DEAD STINKIN
And put your brains on the outside
to the let the world see the sheisty sh*t you was
thinkin
This nigga can't change(Nah)
This nigga can't rearrange(Nah)
The way a thug do his thing (Yeah)
Never let em get the best of me
I put the metal to your temple
and catch the next plane to the West Indies

*spoken:*
(Fly, baby) Nigga,(Motherf**kers)! (Fly, nigga)
I wan't y'all niggaz to undestand one
motherf**kin thing
This M.O.P. sh*t is for real, nigga
Y'all motherf**kers better recognize

Lil' Fame over chorus:

First Family, nigga.  There's a concept behing
that shit
We your family in the first motherf**kin place
To all y'all new motherf**kers, find somebody,
nigga
Get the f**k out my face.  Salute to all my true
niggaz
Made you for life, nigga
(That's real nigga. Never stop, never stop, never
quit.)