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M O P Put It In The Air

] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT

] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT

Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from

you home, hit it, hit it You and I alone, hit it, hit it And the house is, A, A and the bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I

die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin' a fool Like

me? (Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in (And who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin

delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And every time it

I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile

you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it