New York Giants (featuring M.O.P.) [Explict]

Come on

Yeah yeah

Oh shit

Oh shit

Come on

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

This is the motherfuckin' uncut

Long time comin' ya heard

M.O.P. (Come on)

Big motherfuckin' connoisseur

What'chu gonna do?

Tell the squad

Bronx, Brooklyn Colabo

Yeah yeah yeah

Ya heard

This if for my twenty five to life bidder, pork fried rice eaters

New York, New York, ice rock, tight wife beaters

We the truth, don't let your dead body be the proof

Leave you Wisdom rottin' with holes and I don't mean your tooth

I'm hundred proof, that perfect percentage

Since birth in inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent

Your spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant

Right where you started, from night till the morning

Bless the mic, like Elijah Muhammad

I crash like you wanted, I got what you need

God to the streets, come on, motherfucker, you talkin' to me?

Big Pun

They poppin' judo, I'll have to school you

Bop with the dumb Glock, hunchback like Quasimodo

Set off the sirens

For the alliance

South Bronx, Brooklawn ****

New York Giants, c'mon

Leave 'em brainless

Hit 'em with the stainless

It's the

World's, world's, world's famous

C'mon violence

Form the alliance

South Bronx, Brooklawn pa pa

New York Giants

Leave 'em brainless

Hit 'em with the stainless

It's the

World's, world's, world's famous

I'll bring that to your front door, like an escort from hell

Or ring the bell like you wanna test talk

And just rock your world

Like Howard Levy, my squad get busy if you try to dis me

Cock the glizzy, give you one back, peace to Pac and Biggie

'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'

Put they holes in your colon, send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'

A perfect strike, let me show y'all **** what I learned from Ike

I hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth, aight?

I'm shootin' at ya, and that's of the top like Supernatural

Attribute your crew turn those goons to statue like Medusa

I'm lookin' at you, clappin' with your own heat, homie

If this was LA, I'd be a motherfuckin' OJ

Set off the sirens

Form the alliance

South Bronx, Brooklawn ****

New York Giants

Leave 'em brainless

Hit 'em with the stainless

It's the

World's, world's, world's famous

Violence

For the alliance

BX

Violence

BK

Violence

I breaks your world off with a bang, BANG

How about some, fuck that, look ****, you know the name

It's the one slash, seven one eight, slash

M dot O dot P dot, first family, dot

Boogie Down Brooklyn

Damn you, shut the fuck up

Before I get Big Pun to earth slam you

I rep for my cellblock ****

And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, (Perrico)

Yep, this **** strike, I've survived mad **** fights

Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes

Merc out on machines with loud pipes

**** bytes, six double ohs, and we on the bikes

You want 7 1 8 Terror, Squad

William Danze, First Fam, easy soldier

I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot

Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot

Seance got, my mind, my body, and my soul

Oh, I don't blame you, you switched your game plan

When you found out your main man was named Danze

****, I'm filled with anger

You fuckin' with a hooded solider, Code Red, your life is in danger

(First Family Style) All the way out

BANG, (BANG), BANG, (BANG)

Till your brains hang out