Throughout their whole career M.O.P. deliver the most hard, vicious and violent music hip hop could ever offer. They struck out in 1994. with To The Death, a dark, slow and raging LP that was fully produced by DR Period and featured one of the biggest hardcore rap anthems of the nineties, How About Some Hardcore, that's put by any hardcore rap fan in the same category with Onyx's Slam, Jeru The Damaja's Come Clean and Wu-Tang Clan's Shame On A Nigga.
In 1996 MOP released their second effort, the totally-sophomore-slump-free Firing Squad. Despite totally changing their production sources (the album was mostly produced by Gang Starr's DJ Premier and Fizzy Womack himself), M.O.P. continued torturing fans' ears with extremely hard, rhinocerously slow beats and ecstatic, rampant delivery. Subject matter is either battling with heavy use of criminal associations or serious talk about life in the ghetto.
Two years later M.O.P. hit the fans with a starter - an EP called Handle Ur Bizness and later that year released First Family 4 Life, working on the same formula as ever, again with heavy percentage of DJ Preemo's production, more gems produced by group member Lil Fame and proving that M.O.P.'s trademark is not only the hardest hardcore you can get but also consistency.
Most of M.O.P.'s work was considered underground until 2000, when they released Warriorz, their best work yet. Mainstream got the first hint with "Ante Up", a track produced by DR Period for first time in 6 years. But with self-produced Cold As Ice, a track that featured a rock-song sample (Cold As Ice by Foreigner), M.O.P. achieved major mainstream success, though the song's lyrics were explicit and raging as usual (the radio version edits out much lyrical content to comply with FCC regulations).
In a strange turn, M.O.P. featured on the title track of sugary-sweet boy band LFO's 2001 album Life is Good. Aside from the lack of profanity, M.O.P.'s short verse was rapped in their trademark loud, intense style. It is unclear how this unusual team-up was organized, but it is unlikely that this brief guest spot led to much crossover fan appeal for either group.
"Ante Up" was later remixed with added verse by Flipmodian Busta Rhymes and Terror Squad queen Remy Ma, and was released on the greatest hits record 10 Yearz And Gunnin'. Believe it or not, it is the last hip hop record from M.O.P. In the beginning of the century they switched labels from Loud to Roc-A-Fella in order to have more income and more creative control, but the long-awaited release is still on the shelves. M.O.P. also made a rock-rap album titled simply Mash Out Posse, but it received bad reviews from rap fans who wanted M.O.P. to just rap.
In June 2005, M.O.P. officially announced their signing with 50 Cent's G-Unit, at the same time as Queens rap duo Mobb Deep.
Home Sweet Home
M.O.P. Lyrics
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Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord
(I'm wit dat)
Blaze him, blaze him wit a 4
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
'cause ya don't know
Brooklyn military killin' every motherfucker in sight
(Strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass 'cause you's a mule
We keep on duckin' from the firing squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord, have mercy
Please talk to Little Fame 'cause he's fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could nigga
(Home sweet home)
It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(Brooklyn)
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
(Lord have mercy)
Never bring be are double O K, bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it, thieves rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it, see shines, go to it
Street name, tweak game, rob you stupid
(Stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You don't know me, and never will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious like Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha wastelands
(Nigga)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood
C'mon)
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
Now everybody rise to the occasion, duck when I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing, the hell I be raising
Is from the hell I was raised in
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit, I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine every time
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Hollered at
(Bum, bum)
Fired at
(Gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin'
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology
(Yes)
If you know a nigga as well as me
You better bring a mother fuckin' calvary
Bless
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
Home sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at
The lyrics of M.O.P.'s "Home sweet home" are a raw and unapologetic depiction of the harsh realities of Brooklyn. The song opens with a threat and a declaration of loyalty to the Lord before delving into themes of violence, crime, and survival. The chorus of the song declares "home sweet home," but the verses make it clear that Brooklyn is far from sweet. The violent imagery of "military killing every motherfucker in sight" and "strap bombs, explode, watch me switch modes" demonstrates the brutality of life in Brooklyn.
Throughout the song, the language is aggressive, with words like "merk," "swift," and "hard" emphasizing the toughness and ruthlessness of the singers. The song talks about guns and crime, with lines like "guns pop for niggas to eat down here" painting a vivid picture of the desperation and violence that pervades the Brooklyn streets. The repeated refrain of "Brooklyn, send 'em back home" reinforces the idea that outsiders are not welcome in this tough borough.
"Home sweet home" was released in 1998 on M.O.P.'s album "First Family 4 Life." The song was produced by DJ Premier and features his signature scratching throughout the track. The video for the song shows M.O.P. in their native Brooklyn, rapping on the streets and hanging out with locals. The song was one of the highlights of the album and became a fan favorite.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, home skillet, get back 'fore I push your shit back
I'm warning you to back off before I push you back with force.
Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord
We are here to do God's work.
Blaze him, blaze him wit a 4
Shoot him with a gun.
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
I am bringing trouble to the streets with my money and weapons.
'cause ya don't know
Because you are ignorant.
Brooklyn military killin' every motherfucker in sight
People from Brooklyn are so confident in their fighting skills that they claim to kill anyone they see.
Get hard W W W dot I will fuck you up dot com
I am a tough person who can be found online and is willing to fight.
(Strap bombs)
I am willing to use bombs as weapons.
Explode, watch me switch modes
I can easily switch from being peaceful to violent.
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode
I am fast and unpredictable like a race car driver.
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
People are hyped up and full of energy.
You deserve a swift kick in your ass 'cause you's a mule
You are stupid and stubborn, so you deserve to be punished.
We keep on duckin' from the firing squad
We are always trying to avoid danger.
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
You thought you were tough, but now you are asking for help.
Like I'm, oh my Lord, have mercy
I am surprised and fearful, asking for mercy from God.
Please talk to Little Fame 'cause he's fixing to merk me
I am asking for help from Little Fame because he might harm me.
I roll through your hood like it's my hood
I am confident and unafraid in any neighborhood.
And won't have a second thought about if I could nigga
I will do whatever I want without hesitation.
(Home sweet home)
The place where I come from.
It ain't nothing sweet down here
There is nothing nice or pleasant about this place.
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
People shoot each other for survival.
(Brooklyn)
The place where I come from.
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
I am always armed and ready for action.
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn is so tough that it can send people back to their home in fear.
Now everybody rise to the occasion, duck when I'm aiming
Everyone must be ready to fight and protect themselves.
(First family!)
Referring to their group as the top family.
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit, I come equipped
I am always ready and fully equipped, never fading away.
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
Join us and become a part of the tough Brooklyn lifestyle.
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Talk to us respectfully or face the consequences.
Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin'
I am doing things that are impossible to imagine, but I am still here and still strong.
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I am always ready to fight, even in the most difficult situations.
I studied Brownsville criminology
I know all about the crime and violence in Brownsville.
(Yes)
Agreement and emphasis.
If you know a nigga as well as me
If you know someone as tough as I am.
You better bring a mother fuckin' calvary
You better bring an army because you will need it to take me on.
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone
I am always armed and ready for action.
Brooklyn, send 'em back home
Brooklyn is so tough that it can send people back to their home in fear.
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: Dominick Lamb, Eric Murry, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Wayne Notise, DOMINICK J LAMB, ERIC MURRAY, JAMAL GRINNAGE, W NOTISE
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