Instigator - M.O.P.

That nigga right there nigga

Go see that nigga mayne!

Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne

Yo, yo

Ain’t y’all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?

Get at 'em dawg, what the fuck is all this peace?

Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD

Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD

That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch

Then called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go!

Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker

Stab that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo

Ain’t y’all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?

Fuck the industry, take it to the streets

Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker

Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker

I moved back in the hood for good

These niggas ain’t crazy;

Brownsville forever baby

Same place where my momma raised me, I’m forever holdin my throne

Imagine if I had a couple million

Y’all niggas are half-assed thugs

The kind to lie in your face, and say word to everything he love

Won’t talk that shit, when the real soldiers around

You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down

But if you feelin like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

These niggas ain’t crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers

I will pop yo', motherfuckin head off your shoulders

So what it is?

(HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?)

What it is?

(HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?)

Everybody’s a gangsta now, bustin them thing things on wax

Punk bitches gangbangin on track;

but here’s the facts

I smell budussy

I dare one of y’all niggas to try to George Bush me

And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with

Fuck the yappin and rappin back and forth

Hey yo, I’m a «Nervous/Wreck» that’s why I «Full Surface» the tec

Robbed the game blind, murdered the set

Aiyyo perhaps you haven’t heard of us yet

You lil' wet behind the ears you didn’t hear, we used to murder the sets

YEP!

I heard your mixtape, wasn’t impressed

What is this mess?

Hollerin 'bout your gun and your vest

It’s all LIES, most of y’all guys is small fries

And if I let y’all tell it, y’all all gon' ride BUT

But soon as shit hit the fan

And your man get clipped, that’s when niggas hit the stand

And get a for 25 to click in the can

About 80 percent of y’all niggas is snitchin man

Why y’all misleadin the public, on some thug shit

In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with

Now y’all wanna discuss it?

I’m DISGUSTED

Here take this 9 and bust it, fuck the dumb shit!

Hey yo whattup homey?

(O.G.!) Triple O. G

Your Hannibal Lect’ic ways got you banned from TV

You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA)

All in the mix of the blitz and you ain’t never been grazed (HA)

(It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say par

Your G ain’t street, so keep it up under the radar

And stay off of the God damn screen lookin mean

Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a nigga in half

You niggas are makin me mad with these games

Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein

We was raised in the year of the bat;

where niggas got it on

To turn it up a notch we had the 38 long

We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em)

Bill’ll take it directly to yo' ass if y’all cross him

It’s usually done in the street, that’s where it happen at

Y’all niggas beef on the beats, but where the clappin at?