Correction Lyrics 4 My Peeps (Unreleased Remix) by M.O.P.

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Nick Wiz ft. Red Hot Lover Tone, The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, and M.O.P. - “4 My Peeps (Unreleased Remix)”

For all my
Motherf**king n***as, word to Herb, we get stupider
Running mad circles ‘round your crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn.  Rappers sadden ‘cause I’m
Mad in the pad, and suckers wish they had and
I’m bagging the b*t*hes grabbing, my pockets fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
So what you gonna do when I come through
Your town with mad n***as who love being locked down?
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more b*t*hes than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic, you’re a goner
‘Cause Red Hot Lover’s Right On! like Cynthia Horner
I better warn ya: you’ll get your ass kicked, I’m blasted
Acid?  I drop it like a clumsy black b*st*rd
I’m getting figures from my rap diggers
Got my sh*t-kickers, yo, this is for my n***as

Introducing the black b*st*rd from Bedrock
Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out
Your dreadlocks.  Who got the props?  Biggie
Who got the Glock?  Biggie.  But who is he?
You can’t get my description, you need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I’m crushing ‘em, bumrushing ‘em
Stuffing ‘em, I put the pressure on em, hon
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
Look what I’ve been through: the Brooklyn streets.  The obese
Thug n***a from the East, the black nine
Hard to find motherf**ker.  After the rhyme
Press rewind, motherf**ker.  Strictly for my n***as

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