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    "Stand Clear [Matrix & Fierce VIP] [Matrix and Fierce VIP]" Lyrics

    Adam F feat. M.O.P.

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    Die for the cause (*whispering*)
    Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
    Yeaaaah.. motherfuuuucker!

    [ Lil' Fame ]
    Feel the First Family energy, alright
    Remember me? Lil' Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G
    I compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
    But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it
    Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
    You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
    M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz Faces Of Death
    manslaughter, liver than camcorder
    My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot a bitch
    I'm bugged like the Y2K computer glitch
    I bring the hardcore for soldiers that got war
    And the thugs in the crowd screaming 'YEAH WE LIKE IT RAW'
    All wacks'll get the best of it (right), give 'em the rest of it
    Saluting on tour, autographing bitches' breasteses
    It's the legendary M.O.P., we put it down everywhere we go
    But you don't hear me though!

    [ Chorus ]
    Stand clear.. notice ain't nothing but soldiers up in here
    Rhyme for the cause.. heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
    BITCH! Die for the cause..

    [ Billy Danze ]
    It's elementary, for a quarter of a century
    In and outta penitentiaries
    I survive, I am a survivor G
    Got more slick shit with me than MacGyver see
    I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
    I'm the international cat that you tryna be
    I am (REAL) {REAL} (REAL) {REAL} (REAL), yes awh
    When I'm in the G-men stanze, it's impossible to touch Danze
    I got a deranged temper, with a short fuse
    I don't know what you thought, but you gon' lose
    I'm bad news.. saying turn me loose
    Since Tupac got popped, who the fuck you think got the Juice?
    Bill Danze, [DO IT FOR YOUR PEOPLE]
    I got automatics [RACK] will fuck up your ego, in fact
    Claim turf, whenever the lama's quat
    We hold down Brownsville like the motherfucking Tomahawks

    [ Chorus ]

    [ Lil' Fame ]
    Smack a moose upside ya head, like Kobe when he mack in his broads
    [IT'S] your maveranage
    Watch who you approach nigga, 'fore you get smoked nigga
    I'm O.G. in this game, coach nigga
    Straight loc' nigga, what the fuck you thought?
    You get caught in the middle, tryna dribble on my court
    When niggas [ACT SWEET] this nigga [CLAP HEAT]
    Jack you when you wouldn't put your brains in the backseat

    [ Billy Danze ]
    I'ma give you twenty-two seconds to explain to me
    Why the fuck you playing games with me
    Make a nigga dust off his automatic and bang what you thought kids
    [ IS IT REALLY BILLY DANZE? ] Who the fuck you think it is?
    By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
    Is to catch his ass [ ??? his ass ] and to jack his ass
    You ain't untouchable nigga for what it's worth
    I'm the greatest, grimiest, slimiest nigga on earth

    [ Chorus ]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Written by Adam Tony Fenton, Eric Murry, Jamal Grinnage, Laze Elliot, Peter John Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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