M.o.p. - Wanna Be G's lyrics

[Intro: w/ variations] [singing of "Oh", repeated in background of Intro] Yeah, n***a [laughing], yeah One time n***a, First Family Yeah, uh This one's a banger n***a Please believe it ain't fake Yeah, let's go [Chorus] All you wanna be G's, pants background We're back now, it's the legendary send up Murry No, co*k and have locked down M.O.P. will eat on the block now If not we'll pop rounds Every since the family came, we've maintained A strange but a strong game [Billy Danze] And who's first up to bat, Fox [Sheritha Lynch] Excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don't confuse me with any other chick (CHICK), this is not my thing (THING) I was kinda pushed by Billy and Fame Ya'll know my work, I punch big bouncers in they faces Put grimy little b**hes in they places My dogs is the aces, me renegade Queen of Spades This M.O.P. sh** will never fade, be afraid (Billy Danze: Slow down Fox, your k**in 'em) I did it again She ain't gotta know how to fight, she know how to win You know what (what?), ya'll n***az pretend like thugs I know how to send, I know how to defend my love Look ya'll wanna run (run), go head and run (clear) (Not in our house), (send) (not about black) and Ya'll know what, ya'll n***az ain't ready for this sh** (n***a), Fox (Fox) [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Try to remember Danze (Danze) doin the unthinkable (FIRST FAMILY), we unsinkable (M.O.P.), outta the ordinary For cats that grip gats and sell back commisary The street's still lovin me But see the ode, still buggin me Cause I'm still Price Thuggery f** with me if you wanna I'm not reponsible for my actions, when I'm backed into a corner My love's up the hill, my heart's in the Ville I'll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner Bill I'm actually a nice guy, you see how I get down to I can be a little bit destructive when I want to It's the (WARRIORZ), always, all day These M.O.P. cats, back on the block to play You might wanna duck that little play thing, no it's just a flame You love it when we runnin where your playin, n***a [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] You ungrateful ba*tards How many n***az gotta fall off Before you realize that we all we got It's the M.O.Pizzo, where ya bo dizzo If it's yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo Givin it up to Biggie Smalls, last king of New York They underground but they all crack with New York Real G's, royalties of New York So n***az get robbed in they own PJ's for bling bling in New York Look ya'll (ya'll) n***az (n***az) better recognize We still live for the N, yes for your exercise And break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump Better chill with the propaganda before I just start your throne I'm like a pitbull trained and programmed to k** Out on the prowl, cat huntin motherf**er so stop frontin Yo Big Fox tell 'em (they already know) And if you don't know, then your a** gonna learn [Chorus x2] [humming noise, mixed in with "oh" from the Intro] [Outro w/ variations: Talking] n***a, oh oh, n***a f** what? What the f** did you just put on Crack-O! Yeah, Crack-O M, dot, O, dot, P dot I will f** you up n***a [laughing] YEA