Anticipation - Lyrics - M.o.p.

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, *** 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 *** If they never paid dues It's time! To get rid of your fly talk ***' 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 *** 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! *** a frame, I'll blow your *** out the picture So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you Chorus (sample)This is what you waited all year for the hardcore Firing Squad! Firing Hard! Yo, it's the world's famous *** 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 *** around (*** around) And take a lock to half actual natural sound Damn bad! *** we didn't leave We just laid back in the cut Stuck some *** up our sleeve Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze But make to flip I'll have enough *** around to sink a *** ship What! I feel is What! I do And G I see I'ma have to straighten your *** out too I wish I would let a *** take mine When my *** is *** that live on the front line The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy When my *** 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 *** Chorus (sample)This is what you waited all year for the hardcore Firing Squad! Firing Hard!