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Journalist - Extended Family lyrics
f/ M.O.P [Verse One: Billy Danze] Allow me to turn this bitch into Fight Club That's how my family react when there's no love Young coward probably nothing repostal slug I'm tired of niggas hollering [A STRAIGHT THUG] Yeah whatever, if you ain't ready to rock And pop-pop-pop-pop, non stop.. [STOP!] We are ready to rock, and pop-pop-pop-pop And clear the whole motherfucking block [Billy Danze right], that's right back on some other shit Stop doin sucker shit, watch who you fucking with Know that the meaning of the Danze's man Know that the meaning of the man's his fam [FIRST FAMILY!] If you don't like to get to grippin ya thang If I catch you slipping I'm spitting and splitting ya brain Praised in the bid of the flame, N-D-O the ability, extended the game [?] [Chorus] Journalist: We gon' shut this game down, and move on heard Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Bill Danze: We gon' burn this bitch down, and that's my word Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] [Verse Two: Journalist] South Phil' with Brownsville, damn that sounds ill [SJEEZ] Now watch me, niggas get found killed Especially those who wear wires Find theyself stuck in the trunk, stomach on the street tire Don't you go try us, shit the Brown stay smoking You could use the tools for a blow dryer I don't hold fire, comprende? Standing there stupid like the Gimbe, I shoot it like M.J Clap you up then wrap you up in some kintay Bag you up, then drop you off on your frimway Before the cops come questioning cats I'm at the border in a pancho with Mexican hat For this cheddar y'all be messing with rats so I'ma Swiss Cheeser 'Til there's no bullets left in the gat Watch what you say to may (me), or before I skate away I spray A.K., heat your grill like Labor Day Shit, I do this thing day to day Y'all new rappers walk around like y'all motherfuckers paved the way Journalist featuring M.O.P I'm three letters out the alfabet, look how wild it get [Chorus] Journalist: We gon' shut this game down, and move on heard Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Bill Danze: We gon' burn this bitch down, and that's my word Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Journalist: Niggas! [UHHNNH] Bill Danze: Bitches! [UHHNNH] Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Journalist: Niggas! [UHHNNH] Bill Danze: Bitches! [UHHNNH] Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [Verse Three: Lil' Fame] Fame's be like a prayin mantis, fuck who's amp is Y'all to fuck around, I let the triple fat goose mafia ??? What you champions? I put you on back pressure Have your grown-ass wearing blue Pampers Get on a murder out, no need to burn 'em out We don't cheese 'em cats, heard about word of mouth And I blast faster, put it on Nobody see nothing, when po-po ask, they like 'HMMHMM' Yo, First Fam', full blown blasting Atlantial Sea, M.O.P. mashing My niggas held down, throw cocktails in your house Burn that bitch to a cocktail lounge Foreby, four runner, for your toy soldiers Blue steel, I ain't talking Toyota The game for close ya, close up shop And put the locks on the game, 'cause the game's all over [Chorus] Journalist: We gon' shut this game down, and move on heard Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] Bill Danze: We gon' burn this bitch down, and that's my word Lil' Fame:Make yourself be heard! [OOOOOH] |
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