the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again,
and get carried away 'Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of sea Nigga of the sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big Willie like I'm runnin' this game
carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What I can
Oversettelse: MOP. Facing Off.
Oversettelse: MOP. Face Off.
get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What
the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky and fire, fling fire Why don't I-ah, dump back at your men It's M.O.P. and we at it again, ah
could never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want
your boat Buck 50 your face and then butter your throat It don't matter where you been or where you at I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than
P.O. I don't blaze up, Pee Wee fire the haze up They praise us 'cause old heads recognize the G in him Black Card, No Limit like P. and them Ain't nobody
real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link niggas Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O
em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost
I was just having fun. But I brought my homies All the way from the virgin islands [Rock City] Fresh off the leash Fresh off the streets Same timin so I guess you can say Im fresh off
and tip toe Don't wanna make too much noise Sneaking in your window So pull down the shades 'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the
P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his
