MMO (MONEY MAKIN OPERATION) - Spit Liquids lyrics

[Intro: Itchy-Finga Sha]

Uh, what, uh, bring it M.M.O.

[Chorus: Itchy-Finga Sha]

Tears bring flares, you hold black fears

We your last thing, constently handstick

Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts

M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what

Hold you head in critical, toe to toe, I handle you

Cats catch through my vocal, fool, is strictly for my crew

Tears bring flares, you hold black fears

We your last thing, constently handstick

Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts

M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what

[Trigg'nomm]

Professional, perdictable, double a vest, calico

Oh what a mess, foul blows, run of a nose, drown the hoes

Look how I gotta go hallow hoe, shatter bones, blood cologne

Call Metrodome, Cyclone Zone, Astro-Land, business man

M.M.O., droppin' dough, hate to say how the haters play

Dogg like Snoop, so let me through, oh, one poochie, hoochie, sue me

[Naisha]

See ain't no day, sell these records

psycho kane done freak this flow

Ya'll niggas don't know, gotta search them

or the plush condo now he ? the titty blow

Catch me sick to the bath-hole, never that though

Shorty in the back, ?? macro, ?? got smack-o, ? that good?

[Chorus]

[Itchy-Finga Sha]

Hold you head in critical, inter borough bell views

Stagger left an edge or two, gettin' them up to get that loot

Tellin' your cats is bulletproof, words is told by truth

Take your mind like smith I goose, born 'em with the playas

Though we suffer cast, fire last, lace the smoke with strictly hash

Facial fifty strictly - pimped out, never had

Got no time to show the past, loose your life in jungle blast

Money Makin' got cash, super see you like glass

Twelve laws of offer dough, now or later, M.M.O.

Time we time we show picasso, designer clothes, doin' shows

[Chorus]