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Brownsville

[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way

Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way

Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest

Cops get knocked down, body counts only risin'

Them streets look full to ya, villains look poor to ya

Them niggas'll slaughter ya

For your goose Nautica, you got jewels?

Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand niggas broke

And we all got guns

And you know what that means

Niggas be open like they smokin' caffeine

Lookin' to do a quick stick, move and swift

With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to flip

Whenever you empty your grip, dip

And get the fuck up out of Dodge

That's if you know, what's up, kid?

Niggas is gettin' Mandela time

Plus the crackers is corrupted

But then you got them clockers down at 73rd

That was drug associated since the 70's, word

It's kinda skeptic

Livin' these crazy ways unprotected

Every day is a jam

So expect the unexpected, crime time

1-718, Brownsville, Brooklyn

The housin' property be gettin' token

So we're intended

Be under pressure, gettin' blackmailed

Villains usin' their dealings

Makin' killings of crack sales

The theme song of murder, nobody's kiddin'

These fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin'

And devastatin' and profound, you get lumped up

Soon as you jump up or get gunned down in Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame

Everybody claim they represent and do they thing

[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe

The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Beyond twin chrome and farmers

Nigga, it's Billy Danze

And when I'm double clutchin' my hands

Them fuckers won't jam

So my man, if your seekin' an advance to your grave

It's the land of the 'Drama Lord'

And the home of the fuckin' brave

It's hard to trust us 'cause it's mad ruckus

We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers

It's blue steel concealed under my sweater

To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever

I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

I step and bop while I stroll with my weapon cocked

The hill that's real, we kill at will

Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack

Mad guns in your grill in the 'Ville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, yeah, killings here only bring retaliation

No cryin', see dying's an everyday thing, swing

25 niggas down by my battlegrounds

I'll move in with 8 thugs that love bustin' rounds

You know the deal

In my streets your heater be ready to blaze

Keep cash in your stash in case you gotta be Swayze

For twistin' a nigga cap back

That's that work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233

Clack-clack, whole clips in your back

That's thug style, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn

Into the O.K. Corral

Now, news flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted

Two paralyzed, three dead

Gunmen fled the scenery

With heavy automatic machinery

Niggas ain't got nothing to lose

And yo it seems to be I'll nigga

Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga

All up and down Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel

Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims

We be livin' good with a Mac and black Tims

Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river

With the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville

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