Roll Call (Explicit)

Roll Call (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Written by：C. Martin/P. Stubblefield/J. Grinnage/L. Hancock/E. Murry/G. Hawkins/W. Winston/L. Lovett

In the year 2000

MOP still banging

Firing Squad!

The last generation

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

All right let me brake it down

One for time for you

You motherf**kers

You primo hold me down son,

'Cause we ain't playing no motherf**king games

F**k the East Coast, this is NY, NY

NINE, make niggas MIA

And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck

B**ch don't get in my way

F**k the jail faces,

I leave your body for the homicide to trace

Fight along with the shell aces

Holler if you hear me

I turn your head into a skeleton skull

And leave it hollow if you hear me

I keep it funky, understand me son

I rock my Timb's untied,

I don't plan to run

Niggas see Lil Fame creep through the back street

With my aluminum a** whoopa in the back-seat

What the f**k is this?

Your Van Damme flick, that's cute

But I'm hear to f**k up your day do

Yes, yes, yes, yes yo

I step to my backwood

To brown face and start clipping

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Fizzy Womack clack clack reporting for Roll Call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Bert dog bucka blaow reporting for Roll Call

You, what if I leave you, will you stand?

Be I double LDANZE danze

Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer

Before I throw copper tops

Through the back of your skimmer

You're niggas remember,

1993 MOP what it's going be

Just make it loud and clear

Come here ni**a, I can't hear ni**a

I'm deaf in one ear ni**a yeah ni**a

You cowards are pathetic,

If you wondering if I'm sympathetic

Don't bet it,

You should give me a little credit

I grew up where

It's equivalent to none, none

Wit blood in my palm palm,

I walk wit my arms arms

Hellering marksmen,

In the dark and the punks sparking and barking

At ease soldier,

It's the untouchable type, that you like

We burn pipes, it's over

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Fizzy Womack clack clack reporting for Roll Call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Bert dog bucka blaow reporting for Roll Call

I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system

Ni**a feel me, I want my goons

Straight bumping the tunes of Makaveli

Headed to Queens kid,

Bumping some mean sh*t

Bumps thumps on the side of me,

Smoking some green sh*t

First fam feel the premonition son

We heavy metal, what's your love?

Ghetto prisoners

Racka bung bung Racka bung bung racka,

Motherf**ker

Aiyo we live by the code of the streets

Move wit our peeps

Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep

I put my life on the line every step of the way

It's for a good 'cause for you and yours of course

Okay, now that we establish that

Ni**a where the f**k that money at

I know you got it, and I want it Jack

Just give me half of that

Take the other half and

Get yourself another pack

And I'll be back for that

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Fizzy Womack clack clack reporting for Roll Call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, First Family empire

Bert dog bucka blaow reporting for Roll Call