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Forever & Always

This song is by M.O.P. and appears on the album Foundation (2009).

This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez
I'ma tell you this

Think of me, I'm lonely
Come and see me sometime
It's seems
You pushed me right out of your mind

I'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
Saratoga Ave, forever and always
Fo' main western picks that'll usually remind me
Of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways

I was left in the hood
With a dusty ass .38, increase the murder rate
I'm still down to catch a homie
My childhood friends gone, body after body

But in the hood is where you find me
Hangin' on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami
With hip hop dreams, waitin' for a nigga to sign me
Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy, grimy

Nobody to trust besides me
Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly
This story is no pretense that's what they named me y'all
I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville, baby, pah, but yo

Think of me, I'm lonely
Come and see me sometime
It's seems
You pushed me right out of your mind

Brooklyn, New York, forever and always
As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways
To focus and become a commodity someday
While stricken by poverty, sittin' in gunplay

Forever and always perfectin' the grind
While tryin' to become one of those expected to shine
And that's a small percentage, it's vintage
For niggaz to get into some shit, that have life threatening endings

To show us they air force, they sendin' a prayer for us
The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us, no
They don't care for us, no, it's in the air for us
Yeah, we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it

Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in
They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em
Tell 'em I ain't sendin' for 'em no more
I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin' the war

Think of me, I'm lonely
Come and see me sometime
It's seems
You pushed me right out of your mind

It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
St. Marx Ave, forever and always
1 5 fo' 5 Statik Selektah, this beat remind me
Of them old times back in the hallways

With the radio bumpin' EPMD's, you a customer
My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer
Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler
Before Fifths, before Macs, before Tecs with mufflers

The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us
Before dudes, from other crews was lovin' us
Way before them people in Japan was discussin' us
And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin' us

Niggaz wasn't budgin' us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us
The only way to get it done was pursuin' the cover up
You can have whatever you like just don't play ball
With them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw

Think of me, I'm lonely
Come and see me sometime
It's seems
You pushed me right out of your mind

It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always
St. Marx Ave, forever and always
1 5 fo' 5 Statik Selektah, this beat remind me
Of them old times back in the hallways
With the radio bumpin' EPMD's

Written by:

Patrick Baril; Jamal Grinnage; Eric Murry

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