Brooklyn jersey Get Wild Lyrics by M.o.p.

Brooklyn jersey Get Wild Lyrics

    Chorus: treach
    Till death do us, can't move us
    We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
    Holler if you hear this, realness
    Thugs gon' feel this, brooklyn banger jersey jackin
    Steal shit

    [billy danze]
    Now we have met and connect with a lot of different mc's [sho nuff]
    Raised hell to alot of different degrees
    And we have the constitution of rights to bear arms
    To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
    It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
    If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
    I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
    Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
    I'm never followin them fools, i'm a real stand up dude
    I makes my own motherfuckin rules
    So what's it gonna be, let me know
    Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
    And we foul to eliminate these habits
    And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
    All disrespect attended
    To anybody who may be affended, by the way i represented
    And i'm no stranger, to danger
    Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
    Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
    Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

    Chorus

    Hook: treach
    Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
    We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
    *repeated*

    [lil fame]
    Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
    Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
    Rapid fire, [first family], rapid fire, [m.o.p.]
    See, i know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
    Took alot, never took a shot
    God forbid, if i took a hot slug for a reason
    Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
    Reminisce on them feels i was bringin
    Spark up a l, while you got the m.o.p. shit bangin
    Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
    You see i really meant that, for the memories i left back
    Lil fame never was a shady ass nigga
    When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga
    So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
    [fizzy woe mack] that was my nigga

    Chorus

    [treach]
    You did ya hit you had to do most
    Five minutes and you go
    Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
    Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
    And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
    Snakes quit, i flip up flops and fuck flows
    I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
    I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
    Before i take out my garbage i frisk a whole dump truck
    My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
    Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
    Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
    I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax
    What, with m.o.p.

    (several names and shit shouted out)

    Chorus

    Hook

    Yea, salute, salute

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