M.o.p. - For The City lyrics

[Sample of Dr. Dre from "Straight Outta Compton"] You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge [Hook - Sample from "New Jack City"] Livin just another Livin just for the city Livin, livin, livin, just another Livin, livin, livin, just for the city [M.O.P. - talking behind Hook] (Jadakiss) Ba-bap, ba-bap, ba Showoff, Showoff, Showoff, Showoff Statik Selektah (Uh huh), yeah, M.O.P Yeah, Showoff Yo, who that? [Verse 1 - Lil' Fame] Fame, b**h out on the East coast, I'm (ultra), the flow is mad get us And y'all prosthetic Don't sleep cause I'm jumbo ho, I got a hook like medics You get your a** wit-up, wit-up, wit-wit-up The f** up, like J. Lo and Ben Affleck-etic And I ain't athletic (uh uh) I bring it to your front door like FedEx Drop two shots off (pep, pep) Too many k**ers in the house, take a day off Everybody's a baller, what the f** is it, the playoffs? Naw n***a (uh uh), this is "New Jack City" (YEAH) Gritty (YEAH), grimey (YEAH), fo real-y (YEAH) It's Fizzy, (Fizzy, Fizzy) You know there's k**ers in the house (LIE DOWN!), I got Brooklyn with Me So chill, or they gon' put your house on chilly That's how the homies get down, you feel me? Cause we just [Hook] [Jadakiss - talking behind Hook] (Lil' Fame) (Yeah!) (OH!) A haha Yeah Okay Uh Haha! Uh, yeah, yo [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] Bullets, gun smoke and c**aine residue Leave me the f** alone, that's what you better do Funerals stay on schedule And I don't even care about the charges, if they ain't federal Get a call home, somethin happen Big chrome clappin, way before ring tone rappin Left homes with half his dome in a napkin For sayin "what's poppin?", when he asked 'em "what's crackin?" The O.G.'s is gettin money and relaxin Some n***as front and some is lookin for action But it's not the season, can't stop the heathen Wearin all of this tight sh** to stop the bleedin Violate me, when you die, we even When this rap well run dry, we thievin Livin rich or livin poor Still be livin raw as long as you know what I'm livin for, what? [Hook] [Billy Danze - talking behind Hook] Yeah Yeah Right, right, right (right, right, right) Gates (Gates) This how it's goin down Statik Selektah, what up? [Verse 3 - Billy Danze] You see me ease through the town homie, with two hands full of (GET BACK!) Them n***as spit raps, my n***as split racks You overdue with your (GANGSTA!), when you hit tracks Playin another n***a's hand, cause your sh** whack And if that Henny got you lookin at me wet Like I'm a ho a** n***a, who never did it for my set Double up the plate in your vest Or f** around and get your spine bone blown through your chest Think of a low cla** n***a who's not gettin checks With a military gun connect and no respect That A.D.D. can only see above your neck He (M.O.P.), real n***as hold the deck And his name is embedded in the streets you fear The projects is the boardroom (gangsta), I'm here Yeah, y'all n***as confuse it with music Your boy Bill'll lose it, the truth is (come on), homie is [Hook] [Outro - scratches] "Statik Selektah" "M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M.O.P." "J-A-D-A, 'Kiss" "For the-the-the-the-the city" (the city ...)