M.o.p. - Instigator lyrics

That n***a right there n***a Go see that n***a mayne! Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne Yo, yo [Hook: Lil' Fame] Ain't y'all motherf**ers 'posed to have beef? Get at 'em dawg, what the f** is all this peace? Show him all that sh** you talked about on yo' CD Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD That same n***a, that called yo' momma a b**h Then called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that n***a go! Stomp that motherf**er, blast that motherf**er Stab that motherf**er, get at that motherf**er, aiyyo Ain't y'all motherf**ers 'posed to have beef? f** the industry, take it to the streets Pop that motherf**er, blast that motherf**er Blast that motherf**er, get at that motherf**er [Lil' Fame] I moved back in the hood for good These n***as 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 n***as are half-a**ed thugs The kind to lie in your face, and say word to everything he love Won't talk that sh**, when the real soldiers around You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down But if you feelin like a chimp n***a go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off These n***as ain't crazy baby you f**in with soldiers I will pop yo', motherf**in 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 b**hes g**nin on track; but here's the facts {*sniffing the air*} I smell budussy I dare one of y'all n***as to try to George Bush me And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with f** the yappin and rappin back and forth [Hook] [Teflon] 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 sh** hit the fan And your man get clipped, that's when n***as hit the stand And get a {?} for 25 to click in the can About 80 percent of y'all n***as is snitchin man Why y'all misleadin the public, on some thug sh** 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, f** the dumb sh**! [Hook] [Billy Danze] 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 n***a in half You n***as 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 n***as 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' a** if y'all cross him It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at Y'all n***as beef on the beats, but where the clappin at? [Hook]