M.O.P. - Fly Nigga Hill Figga Lyrics

Writer(s) : J. GRINNAGE / E. MURRY
Artist: M.O.P. Lyrics
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Album: Track 12 on First Family 4 Life
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I'm gonna let these ************s know something

We happen to be them, live *****z
(Don't try)
*****z, do or die *****z
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, *****

We happen to be them, live *****z
(Don't try)
*****z, do or die *****z
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, *****

We brought a very raw chapter
From the history of slinging crack
To the history of rap from the history of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese

(William and)
Womack, pa
It's known that you get your **** blown back, pa
The hill is still real, we own that, pa
(**** back the chrome)
'Cause you don't clap, pa

What it look like when they on the pipe
Slinging the same as fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on)
Go 'head 'cause I know what it be like
When you got no bread, when you down and out

People turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby, I ain't mad at you
I bet you that ***** is stink as your attitude

Hold that down as I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty smile like always
Some people getting ****ed up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways

I got family from CI to be'ville
We fear no evil, *****, *****, we real
(Now slide)
Slide before I turn this conversation into a **********ing homicide

We happen to be them, live *****z
(Don't try)
*****z, do or die *****z
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
William Berkuance, live
(Hillfigga)

Now I don't know if you remember me, it's
(William Berkuance)
From downtown swingin' and slinging is no ****
Watch these real *****z, move crowds
While you pathetic, diabetic *** *****z ain't allowed

I'm not a gangster and I won't lie
I've always been afraid to die
(So when worst come to worst)
I'll back my **** out first
I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a hearse

When it's time to roll you know where them thugs at
(First Family)
You know where my love's at
Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood
Sweat and Tears, here to a hundred years

We won't change or switch or aim or pitch
We dedicated to dominating the same ****
Holla-holler, I know what I may have to do
(You know my motto)
Walk past and slash your crew

If I'm after you, it's on
Keep your head up 'cause I won't let up till your *** is gone
(Come on)
So now you remember me
It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD

We happen to be them, live *****z
(Don't try)
*****z, do or die *****z
Fizzy Womack, y'all true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, *****

Can I hear silence? For the peops that's deceased
Rest in peace, ya', still with me
(Ya')
And I still keep old feel with me
I'm dedicated to the game

Whether it's the streets or this rap thing
I'm gon' maintain a Brooklyn 'Fugitive'
I'm the judge, jury and the executioner
(What? What?)

I'm used to the automatic machines
(The heavy calibre)
And the bloody crime scenes
You know my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole clips

So tell your man stop flinchin'
Stand at attention and prepare for the lynchin'
(Firing Squad)
With the same tale
(The last of the best)
And we saved the best for last


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