Pop Da Brown Hornet Follow Me Up lyrics

Yeah, yeah
This is that muthafuckin' undaground, hip hop right here
Baby, smoke records muthafucker
We got my man Bon Benzi right here
Blastin ya in the face, you dancin to a Marley Marl remix, you know
Brown hornet, yeah, uh follow me up

Oppose ya, never done, ghetto homies do this shit for fun
Serving mc's in a bun, only cowards hide behind a gun
You see more than half NYPD is pussy
Half the kids I grew up with is pussy

Livin' life close to edge, invited you to push me
I've have it up to here with these flimsy ass lyricists
Prime time exposure when there rap sound ridiculous
Somethin' seem suspicious, the world full of lame ass bitches

With niggas to match, God fucked up the whole batch
It's time we start from scratch
To many people livin' their life on full facts
Whether it's superstition or some twisted religion

It's safe to say we all agree the world's a prison
With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I prevail because I did it, he failed because he tried
It can't be denied, I keep my brain cells fried

If life's a journey, I'm enjoyin' the ride
Ain't nuthin' gonna stop pop from the top slot
You can throw up the road block or block the drop
I present the craftiness to slip thru it

Solid as a rock but keep 'em flow like fluid
I make the hot music, you mad you can't do it
Over there lookin' stupid and dupe it
I'm smarter than you thought, that's why you came up short

I never took time to snort, I just held down fort
While them other cats fell off, I held on
When them other cats got weak, I got strong
See they only gave their word, I gave my word bond
To give a hundred percent, every time I perform

Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
I roll with the antenna to kill static
I leave your career shattered, color me bad it
My rhymes is Mobb Deep and every line is sumthin'
We have it

Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
I roll with the antenna to kill static
I leave your career shattered, color me bad it
My rhymes is Mobb Deep and every line is sumthin'
We have it

I don't move like the wind, the wind moves likes me
You old school, I rhyme with technology
Modernly, surprisingly the best, I had to get that shit off my chest

Spit rhymes like bullets, cock back one and pull it

Bring the pooper scooper 'cuz shit these niggas is full of it
Ya album plaque, collect, ridiculous, Gp, indy, first album flop
Know we gotta handle ones in this business, what is this?
These ass niggas made the grain shitless
Ain't worth the hit list, only true gladiators pack the fitness

Like weights on a bar, fuck heat, we can meet up
On the streets of spar, niggas see space and wanna be a star
Get locked and turned to Allah for protection
Slip up, can't avoid the lethal injection
Bon benz, Pop Da Brown, GP connection

Who the hottest mc north side of the equator
Pop Da Brown hornet, Stapleton gladiator
For certain I took time to put my work in
I bust thru your steel curtain, leave ya franchise, mc hurtin'

While he dependin' on his gimmick
I fall him off the line of scrimmage
Set it off, for you finish, tarnish ya image
You might as well call up the world guiness

Let them record who the illest
Bench warmers on the sideline catchin' splinters
Critizin' my shit but can't rap the lit
Get off my dick, go get an education

You picked the wrong occupation, stoppin' about facin'
March to a Marley Marl beat, you ain't got the lead
But you got to get the fuck away from me
'Cuz I'm lethal and deadly, ya bastards ain't ready

Givin' nightmares to Freddy, while precedin' the rock
Steady, lyrical 'cause an echo catastrophe
The undaground emperor, better known as your majesty
Once I start smackin' and crackin', gold and platinum

They wanna throw a picture of me up in their manhattan
Gettin' their life size poster, hip hop's been good to me
Like baseball's been good to Sammy Sosa
Styles hotter than the Virgin Mary's chocha
All loyalty then the Cosa Nostra's for real

Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
I roll with the antenna to kill static
I leave your career shattered, color me bad it
My rhymes is Mobb Deep and every line is sumthin'
We have it

Hip hop fanatic, Brown Hornet, Bon Benz, 99
Follow me up, you dancin' to a Marley Marl remix repeated over
Ah, follow me up, follow, follow, follow me up son
Follow me up son, follow me up baby