It’s That Simple Lyrics By M.O.P.

Artist/Band Name: M.O.P.

Album Name: Non-Album Releases

Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Lyrics To It’s That Simple

Either you run wears
Or get ran the fuck down
It’s that simple
Either you gunnin’ with us
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

So if you comin’ nigga
Then come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

Either you run wears
Or get ran the fuck down
It’s that simple
Either you gunnin’ with us
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

So if you comin’ nigga
Then come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

Gimme a minute and I’m at it again
Forever rockin’ forever poppin’
Criminal men with intention to win
M.O., y’all know my pedigree

I fire raps, I fire gats
My empire fire back
Mad at me I holds it down
For Brownsville Academy
Get the
(Militant thugs)

I be the gangsta ass I gotta be
The ground is filled with chalk
(Chalk)
And the sky is always dark
(Dark)

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And your everyday street smarts
Give you a deep thought
To reach his death be houndin’ me
Soldiers that’s surroundin’ me

And cobras that fill in pounds
With rounds for downin’ me
On this rugged ass, blacktop
Black glocks is issued

Around bodies crack spots
Will pop shots and lift you
Where the YG’z and the OG’z
Get the same under they belt

Where the same hand was dealt
(Dealt)
The same pain was felt
(Felt)

The game ain’t change itself
(Uh uh) only the players
The ‘Ville still roll, in rolls
Waves and layers

Either you run wears
Or get ran the fuck down
It’s that simple
Either you gunnin’ with us
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

So if you comin’ nigga
Then come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

I never forgot how to erase ’em
We raise ’em for the occasion
Hug the hammer like a child
And pop it in confrontation

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Ain’t ‘No Limit’ to these streets
C Murder style, we chalk ’em
Get it gully when it get u gly
Baby bubble we spark ’em

It’s the Hilltop marksmen
Back block enforcement
BK militant thugs
Ever since [unverified] tossin’

‘Cause life is a one way street
With a lot of signs and I got to grind
So I learned ’em like the alphabets
And I mastered it, the twenty five and older
Consider yo’self a graduate

Ignorant minds
Is in the kind of [unverified] that’s in
(‘Cause)
You know
(You know)

The phrase
(The phrase)
Two wrongs
(What)
Don’t make a right

‘Cause it only take one time
To fuck up and lose yo’ life
See I done got those
When they bucked those

Ready or not
You better be ready
Or it gon’ be trumpets
At yo’ burial spot

And I’ll be
(Posted up)
On the outside lookin’ in
Because them outlaws
Is in your in-laws
Better stand up and defend yours

Either you run wears
Or get ran the fuck down
It’s that simple
Either you gunnin’ with us
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

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So if you comin’ nigga
Then come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Come the fuck now
C’mon, come
Or get gunned the fuck down
It’s that simple

It’s that simple
C’mon, c’mon
It’s that simple
It’s that simple

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