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[Chorus x2: M.O.P.] [Fame] Either you run wears or get ran the fuck down [Will] It's that simple! [Fame] Either you gunnin with us or get gunned the fuck down [Will] It's that simple! [Fame] So if you comin nigga then come the fuck now [Will] C'mon, come [Fame] Come the fuck now [Will] C'mon, come [Fame] Or get gunned the fuck down [Will] It's that simple! [Verse One: Billy Danze] Gimme a minute and I'm at it again Forever rockin forever poppin!!!! Criminal men with intention to win M.O.! Y'all know my pedigree I fire raps, I fire gats My em-pire fire back Mad at me I holds it down for Brownsville Academy Get the (militant thugs) I be the gangsta ass I gotta be The ground is filled with chalk (chalk!) And the sky is always dark (dark!) And your everyday street smarts, give you a deep thought To reach his death be houndin me Soldiers that's surroundin me Letras de cancionesAnd cobras that fill in pounds, with rounds for downin me On this rugged-ass, blacktop, black glocks is issued Around bodies crack spots, will pop shots and lift you Where the YG'z and the OG'z get the same under they belt Where the same hand was dealt (dealt!) The same pain was felt (felt!) The game ain't change itself (uh-uh) only the players The 'Ville still roll, in rolls, waves and layers [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lil' Fame] I never forgot how to erase 'em We raise 'em for the occasion Hug the hammer like a child and pop it in confrontation Ain't +No Limit+ to these streets, C-Murder style We chalk 'em, get it gully when it get u-gly Baby bubble we spark 'em It's the Hilltop marksmen, back block enforcement BK militant thugs, ever since {?} tossin Cause life is a one-way street, with a lot of signs And I got to grind So I learned 'em like the alphabets and I mastered it The twenty-five and older, consider yo'self a graduate Ignorant minds, is in the kind of {?} that's in (Cause) you know (you know) the phrase (the phrase) two wrongs (what) don't make a right Cause it only take one time to fuck up and lose yo' life See I done got those when they bucked those, ready or not You better be ready or it gon' be trumpets at yo' burial spot And I'll be (posted up) on the outside lookin in Because them outlaws is in your in-laws Better stand up and defend yours [Chorus] It's that simple C'mon, c'mon, it's that simple It's that simple From Letras Mania