Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. - Salute Part II

"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don`t rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It`s not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."

[Guru]

Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn`t whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that`s laced
Primo`s breaks, activate the mental, that`s all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here`s a cassette and why you
question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don`t care what these beats my do
We`ll sun you, plus I see right through
Its way it means to me and M.O.P.
Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!

Chorus:

Holdin it down
Phony ass rappers
Dead serious
Finish em
(Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty
*repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.*

[Billy Danze]

Aiyyo, the game`s called surivival *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, I`ve done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain`t mad at you
But I wish I wouldn`t of had to do the shit I had to do
It`s true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won`t stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(It`s so amazin) ???? pop shit
Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, what`s wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!
(Ain`t nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!

Chorus

[Lil` Fame]

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if I`m gettin paid (That`s right)
And the shit gon` benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)
Act like you know what I`m about, Salute!

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. - Salute Part II "Yeah, they talkin about rap." "We don`t rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It`s not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live." [Guru] Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap Word to Laze, big schools and big gats You didn`t whip it right so pick up the pace Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place Word to hiphop, plus a crib that`s laced Primo`s breaks, activate the mental, that`s all We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots And brave cops, protect the community While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors Askin for favors, here`s a cassette and why you question my behavior? Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don`t care what these beats my do We`ll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P. Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! Chorus: Holdin it down Phony ass rappers Dead serious Finish em (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war Heavy artillery, in my vicinty repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P. [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, the game`s called surivival echoes I admit As a soldier, I`ve done a lot of shit To the so-called tough dude, I ain`t mad at you But I wish I wouldn`t of had to do the shit I had to do It`s true, I would jump up in a Bamma And travle miles of road to unload this hammer (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze I won`t stress the blazin But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion (It`s so amazin) ???? pop shit Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me (Who we be!) What, what`s wrong, nigga? (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! (Ain`t nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! Chorus [Lil` Fame] Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit I used to go to jams, and drop grammar Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!) Sure nuff, shit got rowdy Dumped off my first clip at a house party I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there Only if I`m gettin paid (That`s right) And the shit gon` benefit the trade I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) Act like you know what I`m about, Salute! Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Salute Part II: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/12974.html Все тексты песен: M.O.P. » M.O.P. - Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory) » M.O.P. - Illside of Town » M.O.P. - Breakin` The Rules » M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life » M.O.P. - First Family for Life » M.O.P. - Salute » M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore » M.O.P. - I Luv » M.O.P. - Background Niggaz » M.O.P. - 4 Alarm Blaze » M.O.P. - F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas) » M.O.P. - First Family 4 Lif » M.O.P. - Move Something » M.O.P. - Down 4 Whateva » M.O.P. - Pounds Up » M.O.P. - On the Front Line » M.O.P. - Blood Sweat and Tears » M.O.P. - Born 2 Kill » M.O.P. - Downtown Swinga `98 » M.O.P. - World Famous Рекомендуем скачать: » Янка Дягилева - Прощание » Яна Симон - Романс » Яков Коган - Сон семилетнего » Яков Кофман - Танталовы муки » Яна - Хорошо » Яна Симон - Бессонница » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна - Не надо » Яков Гальперштейн - Аэропорт Кырен » Яков Коган - Назначение иудея » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Янка Дягилева - На дороге 5 » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Французская песенка » Яков Кофман - Гимн факультета » Ярослав Юдин - Случайный сюжет » Яков Коган - Давно ли цвел зеленый дол... » Яков Коган - До свидания, девочка из детства...
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