MMO (MONEY MAKIN OPERATION)

MMO (MONEY MAKIN OPERATION) - Lollypop Kats lyrics

(feat. Ill Knob (K.G.B.))

[Intro: Pearl Handle]

If your shit is hot, then it's hot

If it's an original flow, watch you blow

Keep it tighter than a knot, every show

If it's not, let it go, see the top is a heavy load

We need to step it up, step it up, ya'll cats, the truck up

It's Pearl, Pearl Handles... uh, uh

[Pearl Handle]

Let's step it up with intelligence, growth and development

We sufferin', some are reluctant to stop bustin'

Hate is the most expensive indulgence, the greatest need is common sense

Supreme math, teach us consciousness

Black and dominant, check your documents

Sports, Cablevision, Jackie Robinson to Iverson

Court system, can't go margin' the Cochran

Yes, shots spark in the roof top-ins

Foul apartments, niggas is starvin'

Water bugs and mouse droppings, opeds that once had name

Straighter halls, praise the Lords, stickers in every door

Footprint picture frames in every wall

Now the play is AK's and sawed-offs

Big pistols, nickel plated cronz hit you

Rippin' you tissues, amputatin' your arms

Hidin' warm symptoms, numbin' your system

Handicap parked in the wheelchair emblem

[Naisha]

There's too much drinkin' and smokin', leads to fightin' and cursin'

Jeeps worth to see the tour Suburban

Even the body left the service, but what it takes

The early wake, for niggas to advance stakes, and best cake

More hate, leavin' bottles at wakes

We all a victim of this every day chase

Rhymes shaped, Riker's Island gates, Naisha one of the greats

I see it in my baby face, black face my way

Lettin' the aids to the presence of his day

Can crime pay? Paper cliche, saw the skies to L.A.

Up in cafe's, Holiday Inn's, the elegant

Pretend, she laid in the Benz, a honey with friends

Center of attraction, shorty playin' my direction

Feelin' these ears and these eyes, payin' attention

This goes for all the snitches, from New York to Sweden

Life is what you make it, said Esco, I rock an S.O.

Product of M.M.O., producin' the sick flow

Hittin' them up with dope blow, that terrorize your side show

And scream for more M.M.O.

[Chorus: Triggnomm]

These cats is lollypop, M.M.O. real hip hop

Killa one dart, blood on your block, we crime swap

Why your rhyme stop? High beam and lime squat

Give me light, of beatin' the mic, I give you insight

[Itchy-Fingas]

Aiyo, my eyes open, vision a million when I wrote this

Proceed caution, you take a toke and say it's potent

Just stay focused and keep your burners in a holster

These cats approach you, I make a menace of they culture

Writin' exact, generate, money in stacks, for the whole summer

I'm slumped in a bulletproof hummer

Federal serve, observe, up in the telly in a hot tub

We rock clubs, ya'll niggas better cop more Icebergs

Hit ice and chains, niggas that ain't ice in your Range

Where the pricey thing? I stop back and let your life hang

Up in the zone, press chrome against flesh and bones

I see ya'll niggas ain't ready, the more guns, the merry

Put rhymes, confetti style, turn fed the criminal

Hit your general, four times, spread him around

[Ill Knob]

Who be the thug criminal, hit you hard with the subliminal

Individual, Ill Knob, with the visual

Attack, where my niggas at? Watch your step, don't forget

We be rollin' deep like, beauty when she sleep through

Snow White with your seven dwarfs, slash, faggot ass, little maggot ass

Beat you down and drag your ass

What you talkin' bout, snitched on my man and took the walk about

Outline your sketch on the pavement, what's the talk about?

The murder rap, couldn't beat the case, cause you heard the rap

Chewin' on the telephone wires, at the Burger Shack

5-0 rush in the lab, paraphernalia down the toilet

Everything was good, 'til niggas spoiled it

The foul underhanded ways'll get your ass clapped

Ga Bow nigga, blaow nigga, where you runnin' now, nigga?

[Chorus x2]

[Interlude: Triggnomm]

These cats is lollypop, lollypop cats

M.M.O., official, operation, all upon cooperation

Russ Prez on the track, never wiz-ack

Mac to your biz-ack, what nigga, lollypop cats

M.M.O. real hip hop, Klik Ga Bow cats, foul cats, A.T.L. cats

[Chorus]

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