MOP - Stop Pushin Lyrics

[Intro:]
Uhh! Fizzy Wo', MO P's
Uhh, uhh, uh
Kah-uh kah-uh, kah-C'MON!
Gangsta boogie with the Famesta
Famesta boogie with the gangsta, gangsta

[Lil' Fame:]
I gets gangsta big now with it!
Bust how the homey get down with it (C'MON)
If you want you can get down with it, or sit down with it
We tear shit down with it in the (GHETTO!)
Still runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9
And 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives
Nigga what the f*ck is on yo' mind?
Can't none of you rap niggaz hold mine, nigga Fizzy Wo' shine
Y'all niggaz rappin like y'all rap for Nickolodeon
With a mouth full of cubic zirconias
I catch you at the Hip-Hop Summit (uh-huh) smack fire out'cha mouth
Call you a bitch and piss on the podium!
What I say on a record, I MEAN on a record
The hood love my voice, I'm mean on a record!
It's cream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit
You just blowin off steam on a record

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
STOP PUSHIN! You better stop pushin me dog
You see a nigga comin through, gimme room
Tell them niggaz to move (NIGGA MOVE!)
Y'all motherf*ckers better stop pushin (NIGGA STOP PUSHIN)
The next motherf*cker that push me
I'm goin right upside your motherf*ckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)
The next motherf*cker that push me
I'm goin right upside your motherf*ckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)

[Billy Danze:]
Hey yo I'm big Bill Danze in it, Y'KNAHMEAN?
And had enough to cop the drop and the Chevy is clean
I mean there's somethin 'bout the way that I lean
That'll shake a nigga out of a scheme, that means it's (GHETTO!)
Geah and I break a nigga right at the spleen, we do it gritty
Down with niggaz who scattered around Sin City
Equipped with the pounds and semis, so I ain't worried
'bout you f*ckers as I ride by, drownin Henny
They give me DAP - how it's lookin pa? - I see you still floatin
Keep it raw! - Oh fo' sho' son, my shit is still smokin
From the do', niggaz gave you the vibe - MOVE ON!
And it'll take a miracle for you to get out alive
(BROOKLYN!) Real G's get it on
I rub you under the chin with a gemstar homes
You know I got a condition, you see me twitchin
At my death one of you motherf*ckers slippin, I'm hittin

[Chorus]