Artist: M.O.P. Album: Ghetto Warfare Song: Instigator Typed by: mickapone@gmail.com That nigga right there nigga Go see that nigga mayne! Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne Yo, yo [Chorus: Lil' Fame] Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? Get at 'em dawg, where the fuck is all his peeps? Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch That called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go! Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker Damn that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef? Fuck the industry, take it to the streets Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker [Lil' Fame] I moved back in the hood for good These niggaz ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holding my throne Imagine if I had a couple million Y'all niggaz are half-assed stars The kind to lie on your faith, and take {?} to everything you love Won't talk that shit, when the real soldiers around You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down But if you feeling like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off These niggaz ain't crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers I will pop yo', motherfucking 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 can get the now, bustin them thing things on wax Punk bitches gangbangin on track; but here's the facts {*sniffing the air*} I smell pi-dussy I dare one of y'all niggaz to try to dog mush me And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with Fuck the yapping and rapping back and forth [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Hey yo what's up 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 pah 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 nigga in half You niggaz are making me mad with these games Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein We was raised in the year of the bat; where niggaz got it on To turn it up a notch we had to burn the eight long We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em) Bill'll take it directly to yo' ass if y'all cross him It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at Y'all niggaz beef on the beats, but where the clapping at? [Chorus]