Текст песни M.O.P. - New Jack City (Firing Squad 2015)
[Chorus: M.O.P]
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs
Getting on my nerves
Pretending to be drug dealers, and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talking 'bout how many keys you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rocking
This lil nigga get to popping, pistol gripping and cocking
('Cause nine times outta ten) I'm guaranteed to leave you straggling
Plus I bag emcees that's babbling
I ain't trying to hear ya out
But I'm about ready to air ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
'Cause you's a part-time felon, kid killing yelling
(Before I send a slug through your melon)
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
(You shitting) I'm sittin' on chrome like Masta Ace
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be wrecking like the fucking Jamaicans at Sunsplash
(It ain't where you from) It's where ya at
And where you be at times, you don't have your fucking gat
So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in NEW JACK CITY!!
[Chorus: M.O.P]
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Yo, what the fuck is the deal
Here comes a new generation of rap dudes
(With fake attitudes) That refuse to play by the rules
It's a shame the way they be dissing the game
They fantasize than go to studio to tell lies
(These fake thugs) Replace slugs that's have three to nigga
(Acting like he want it) No one wanna see my niggas
(Firing Squad) Still firing, fucking with old timers
With rhymers ready to come out of retirement
Stopping your traffic, (M.O.P.) a classic
Putting you bitch-ass niggas in caskets (you lil bastards)
Don't know this rap shit, get this
My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins
(Raw breed) Indeed, we proceed to give you what you need
You way out of your motherfucking league
It's the, warpath, O.G. staff
Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot ass in half
My family don't give a fuck about you
How 'bout I, jump up and smack the shit out you
(Get at 'em) Took you down the Firing Squad committee
With no pity, detonating this NEW JACK CITY!!
