Anarchy ’87 lyrics

by

M.O.P.


[Intro]
Let's do it
Blaze that sh*t up then n*gga
Stop talking to me
What. What
One thing I know is I'm a keep it hood
Keep it hood n*gga
We gonna go against the grain
f*ck it!
We gotta do what we gotta do!
They mad at you n*gga. My n*gga
Kurupt don got neal harper mutha f*cka

[Verse 1]
Walking is ya thing. Get your walk on. If talking is your thing. Get your talk on. Imma make
One thing loud and clear. You ain't gotta go home but get the f*ck outta here. Imma do what
I do best chest to toes. Hit all the counters straight to the west coast rolls. Shut up n*gga
Peel this mutha f*ckas up my n*gga. As we ease up front my n*gga. Got a rocket in my
Pocket and I'm ready to bust. Got a pocket rocket in my pocket nicks and dust Man
Standing in this b*tch high as apple man. The homie down the street heated than an astro
Van. n*gga in the hall fake as as holograms. I travel like Hallmark cards sent from Japan got
Cargo floating sent from Japan. I got K's in boxes shipped from Japan n*gga

[Chorus]
Make it what it is. Don't talk be about it. Shut the f*ck up. Eat di*k n*gga on some hood sh*t
b*tch. Be swimming in the cut n*gga. Always hem it up. Alt ta what bayou. Pentagon what n*gga
What..
Self made to stop on Death row. Hostile anarchy '87. Word to Gates 911. Made it what it is
Don't talk be about it. Neeya Simon. Now I know you b*tches can't live without it. Without
It. Without it
[Verse 2]
n*ggas get chip from sh*t shipped from Japan
n*ggas get chip when sh*t split and expand. Expand. Expand
You never get anywhere n*gga unless you ride. You the type of n*gga to dump and then run
Inside. Side. And ain't nobody dumping back. I guess you just a b*tch like that. I'll raid your
Blocks. I hit the game up. Stop time like broken clocks. n*ggas useless like broken Glocks
Separating flocks unorthodox ox. Born in Philly oc. The oconel got a story to tell. A tell
Like mini tells that don't end so well. The dream you live as the hardest n*gga might be the
Capture nuisance harness n*gga. No escape. No way out and no exodus. Just pure war by
Strategies and excellence. n*gga

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Living life. Well I am the boss. Boss. Boss
Life I am the boss. We living life behind the boss. But not I got a hammer in my hand . What
Should I do? Do...

[Verse 3]
There's a bank down the street. To much temptation for a n*gga like me in the straights
Straights...
I'm so anxious to c*ck back my hate. Knock n*ggas out the front seat. Got my heat appeal
And ready for n*ggas to start flipping on ground like seals. n*gga I'm terrible. Awful. A
Mutha fukin ass. That don't give a f*ck about talking dase. Me and the homies hit the spot
And spread the raft. It's all about the cash. Cash. Cash
Hit n*ggas powerful as whiplash in act shift front to back. Dip past Gotti
[Chorus]

[Outro]
Spending life behind the bars. Life behind the bars
We always keep it hood. Living life behind the bars. Life
b*tch n*ggas, The streets is life,Suckas
Huh. Oh. They all upset. Hood talk. Well let's talk it hood. What you got n*gga. n*gga. Yeah
Lets's ride. Pentagon riders. Stalvo - Death Row records. Smothering these sucker n*ggas
Its that time. Ya'll pull me out the cut
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