New Jack City — M.O.P.

CHORUS: M.O.P.

This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Prepare, get on your post and stand clear If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it We're highly recommended, listen, this is Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Prepare, get on your post and stand clear The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack...

Lil Fame

Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs Gettin on my nerves Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you flip Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin This lil nigga get to poppin, pistol grippin and cockin

Cuz Nine Times Outta Ten

Plus I bag emcees that's babblin I aint tryin to hear ya But I'm about ready to ear ya out Get the gats and clear ya out Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin

Before I Send A Slug Through Your Melon

I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face

You Sittin

It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast I be wreckin like the fuckin Jamaicans at SunSplash

It Aint Where You From

And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff Is some new cats, living in NEW JACK CITY!!

CHORUS: M.O.P.

Billy Danze

Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap dudes

With Fake Attitudes

It's a shame the way they be dissin the game They fantasize then go to something I would tell lies

These Fake Thugs

Actin Like He Want It

Firing Squad

Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement Stoppin your traffic, [M.O.P.] a classic Puttin you bitch ass niggas in caskets [you lil bastards] Don't know this rap shit, get this My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins

Raw Breed

You way out of your motherfucking league It's the, warpath, O.G. staff Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot ass in half My family don't give a fuck about you How 'bout I, jump up and smack the shit out you

Get At 'Em

Wit no pity, detonating this NEW JACK CITY!!