New Jack City

[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 [Verse 1: Lil Fame] Bring it back, yo, I'm tired of you herbs getting on my nerves Pretending to be drug dealers and killers You fold up, hold up, let me ease your grip So they can jack talking 'bout how many keys you flip Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rocking This lil nigga get to popping, pistol gripping and cocking ('Cause nine times outta ten) I'm guaranteed to leave you straggling Plus I bag MCs that's babbling I ain't trying to hear ya out but I'm about ready to air ya out Get the gats and clear ya out 'Cause you's a part-time felon, kid killing yelling (Before I send a slug through your melon) I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face (You shitting) I'm sittin' on chrome like Masta Ace It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast I be wrecking like the fucking Jamaicans at Sunsplash (It ain't where you from) It's where ya at And where you be at times, you don't have your fucking gat So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff Is some new cats, living in New Jack City! [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 [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Yo, what the fuck is the deal? Here comes a new generation of rap dudes (With fake attitudes) That refuse to play by the rules It's a shame the way they be dissing the game They fantasize than go to studio to tell lies (These fake thugs) Replace slugs that's have three to nigga (Acting like he want it) No one wanna see my niggas (Firing Squad) Still firing, fucking with old timers With llamas ready to come out of retirement Stopping your traffic, (M.O.P.) a classic Putting 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) Indeed, we proceed to give you what you need 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) Took you down the Firing Squad committee With no pity, detonating this NEW JACK CITY!!