M.O.P. Lyrics

Album: First Family For Life

Breakin' The Rules

featuring DJ Premier 

[Billy Danze] 

Yeah check it out y'all. Firing Squad nigga. (First Family) 

Yeah Firing Squad nigga. Check it out. (First Family) 

The name's Bill (What up Bill?) 

I'ma semi automatic addict for real 

Before you test me 

Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy 

I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? 

Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit 

(Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ‘86 

And get to dumpin off a clip 

(You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta) 

Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong 

me, I put my foot down firmly 

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me 

And most dudes don't like the way I rap 

The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep 

Berkuance, (Retreat!) 

I would never be disconnected from these streets 

Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) 

Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* 

The rules of the motherfucking game 

Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.) 

Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) 

When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) 

Cause some cats be fakin the move 

In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!) 

We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) 

When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) 

Cause some cats be fakin the move 

In other words, breakin the rules! 

[Lil' Fame] 

Make way, bitch, I'm coming through 

I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you? 

Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information 

Here your ?-ation 

Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas 

Run with them guns bust off like John Woo 

Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin 

Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin! 

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? 

Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke 

So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic 

Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic 

Now that I know, that you against me 

And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too 

Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan 

Cause I'ma blast a man, what? 

Chorus 

[Billy Danze] 

Allow me to express my deepest sympathy 

To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty 

I begged him not to fuck with me (I tried) 

He didn't listen 

So they found his ass missin 

Put my barrel in the back of his mouth 

And knocked his head out do or dead, now 

Cold, he actually thought I would fold 

So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! 

[Lil' Fame] 

When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds 

Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns 

Nigga, don't you ever fuck around 

With the four-pound token 

Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger 

Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka 

Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya) 

You musta bought a ? in the heart 

Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart 

Come on, straight like that, nigga 

Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of 

my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my 

nigga City, Teflon. Firing Squad, nigga. For life *echoes* Yeah 

*echoes. 

*beat to fade*