M.O.P. - G Boy Stance lyrics

[7 second skit to open]

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]

I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance

Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man

Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta

Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya

SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit

Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz

Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya

Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya

[Billy Danze]

Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo'

(Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin

I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on

But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone

We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em)

Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em)

And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s

Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s

IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill

Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal

Since money make your world go 'round, that's true

And money make you do the dumb shit that you do

(WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu?

How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew?

Weak niggaz will fall, whack niggaz will fail

Live niggaz prevail, YES YES Y'ALL

[Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame]

[Lil' Fame - overlapping Chorus]

I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade

It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard

My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today

IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May

(OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers

(OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker

(CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight

Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock?

I ain't talkin no autograph written

Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins

Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta

Run on up like {?} got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga

It's a rudebwoy awakening

M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga!

[Chorus: Billy Danze instead of Lil' Fame]

[Lil' Fame]

Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks

Me and the homey go back like {?} nigga

Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that

Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga

[Billy Danze]

Y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack

Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA)

You niggaz need to know that, me and the homey run rap

You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA)

[unknown]

Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me

Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze)

What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch

The AK (ay) Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint

To get it'll take a little sense

I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent

And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G)

You and your homies can hold these!

[Chorus]