Punks Jump Up

By M.O.P.

On Anger Management 3

Released on August 17, 2005

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[Chorus: M.O.P.]

Won't you punks jump up to get beat down?

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sounds? A little unrational

I (?) that thing out and GLAT GLAT


[Verse 1: M.O.P.]

Ayo, a nigga got stuck up

Them niggas just snuck up

I rock all fronts cause my teeth is fucked up

Still bag bitches like Bishop (?) dressed in green

But I'm slick as a nigga from queens

Keep the dress cold, Carhartt, tent hat

Damn hoodie and a Goose Down, somethin' to match

Put that nina in my way for when you niggas act hard

You wouldn't bust a motherfuckin' grape in Welch's back yard, nigga

Get ya gangster right, you fuckin' with the F-I

Double Z-Y-W-O-M-A-C-K, nigga

Life in the B-R-O B-R-O-O, OK

NYN, NYC, for NYG

New York niggas get dough to toast

Come to your gravesite, shootin' at your motherfuckin' ghosts

This is homicide capital, nigga-niggity-nigga no doubt

M.O.P., niggas that weed out


[Chorus: M.O.P.]

So, won't you chumps jump up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sounds? A little unrational

It's the M.O.P., nigga

Won't you chumps jump up to get beat down

Broke down to his very last-


[Skit]

Hold up man, hold on hold on

What you said 'bout my dead kid man? Damn!

Y'all be drinkin' that shit!

Woah, my bad dawg, ain't none else to drink

Man, fuck outta here


[Verse 2: M.O.P.]

You thought the fuckin' show was over, homie

Nuh uh, I ain't gon' let you roll up on me homie

I regulate and radiate everything that I'm involved with

From all aspects of my environment

Keep on firin', thuggin' with my cavalry

(?) reality

Niggas do anything to earn a salary, try to do somethin' foul to me

And I'ma bring out the big mal in me, so


[Bridge: M.O.P.]

ST. M.O.P., marksmen

Mount up, mount up, mount up, mount up!

I said ST. M.O.P., marksmen

Mount up, mount up, mount up, mount up!

Man, show 'em nigga!


[Chorus: M.O.P.]

Won't you chumps jump up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sounds? A little unrational

It's the M.O.P., nigga

Won't you punks jump up to get beat down

Broken down to his very last compound

See how it sounds? A little unrational

I (?) that thing out and GLAT GLAT, GLAT