Sangtekster:
M O P Stress Ya Ll

KICK ASS! First Family! [Chorus: M.O.P.] Don't let these motherfuckers stress y'all M.O.P. to the death y'all, the good Lord have blessed y'all So

't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese Bitch it's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose

[Hook x2: Romeo] I'm gon do what mama said But ya'll ain't gonna tell me how to live my life I might be young but I got bread I'm straight form the hood

the chopper from the coppers then put on my vest Life's a baseball game out west Oh yes, you rockin with the best, the S N double O-P, your grandmama

m mentally deranged Oxycontin' in my system, man I'm feeling kinda strange Watch me choke about this dope, Blueberry from Texas She wanna git up in rotation that's too bad cause I'm stressing

deadly, ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit So I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch Before I get my gat ya pressure case Blast, blast I

up Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the d O-p, add a e, o.p.p. we ain't down None of my folks

huh nigga what?) Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?) Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin' UGK and C-Murder Cadillac and a Tank (Master P

nigga way cold with his game What's his muthafuckin' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G Coldest