M.N.O.H.P.

[Verse 1: Black C] See, I'm like 2Took All over niggas look When I be posted Some niggas walk through in a drop stain Like muggin, gettin toasted See we like slittin the cust or grab the gats While them marks walk through See Harvard's a dead ass street So we will like have to bust at you and uh I think them marks are down the wayway So baybay Start bussin caps for the grave homies and jayjay It must have been a lucky day That 351 was out there barkin They got away clean and smooth while my niggas was steady sparkin, see I know the drama's gone be on I phone, to my brother Took cause he the backbone He be like organizing the violence that take place up on this blocc You fuck around with this posse, you might wind up gettin glocked GiggityGlock, I'm on the blocc Labeled the loccsta Posted on the side of a house just like a poster I'm ready to die for seven digits And see if you can get it Cause tonight is life is shorter than a midget [Black C, Mister C] Hook x4: I put the mortiary number up on his pager Don't fuck with me [Hitman] Verse 2: Well, creepy creepy, here I come ??? ??? ??? ??? Now, it's time to muzzle them niggas with the G-L-O-C-K ??? ??? Waiting for a payday So now it's time to get my squad and rush up in his ? And if you know it's an enemy, we spot it as a target Grab my ? ??? Sucka ass niggas is prohibited Get with this Cause if you runnin up mane, you're just bound to get mistreated Battered and beated, lie down like ? Cause suckas be tryina play It's time to huff and puff I'mma shoot about ??? Cause one little pinky got away that means it's bout 7 days It's time to put the code on his pager And let him know it's major [Black C, Mister C] Hook x4: I put the mortiary number up on his pager Don't fuck with me [Mister C] Verse 3: Well it's about time I school niggas like ? Deep fry that ? like some freshly made ? You know you can't fuck with this gang I'm like some clothes without no hanger Boy, you know you can't hang so, uhm Act like you knew You should have been a ??? And no, you can't put no salt on this Frisco pimpin ??? Just give me a fuckin toolbox cause I lost all my screws My last name is Church so it's time for you to pay your sunday dues And if you don't, fool this show ain't no hope My breath don't stank But yes, I got the scope Point it at your dome Here in '94 I'm runnin around, walkin up to niggas just like they was ??? So you don't have to get the yellow pages Cause I left that mortiary number in your fucking pager [Black C, Mister C] Hook x4: I put the mortiary number up on his pager Don't fuck with me [Cellski] Verse 4: In my backyard, it's a gang of bodies that's buried When you walk in my backyard, you walkin on a cemetery When I was born, I was born on the 13th My best friend was Freddy, yo, we used to live on Elm Street Back when I was young About ten years old Jim Jones was my idol cause he took alot of souls Now that I'm older, I got alot of cis No fingerprints to be found and not a lick of evidence Playin out the murder before I heard another victim Pulled the lick before I stick him on the ground That's when I kick em Leave em dead or dying with his eyes open wide Get some dank and go high to get my mind of the homicide Turned on the news to see what they was sayin They said The Taker struck again for his twelft straight slayin Because the nigga got played like Sega So I hooked the mortiary number up on his pager