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Illside of Town

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckersIn the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckersAyo, handle your bizness now, you might not get the chance later

Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin' your crater

In the, ghetto where trigga fingers usually itchin'

Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie RichIt gets a mind blowin' situation, one occupation get left

New occupation still my niggas feel they facin' death

We're jumpin' on decks with the jumpers at the tire

Bucka rapid fireNow, let the preacher preach

There's a lesson that need to be taught

And look who I brought to teach

I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas with size

Whet up the wildest surviveWack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest

Downtown Swingin', index finger exercisers

Cut 'em some slack, fuck that, it's on

I know you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn

Out the frame, Bill and Lil' Fame will still standI'm thinkin' of a master plan to lace your man

What make you think that you can fuck with Billy Danze?

I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em

That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'em in theIllside of town where they murder niggas, I'm from the

Illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

Take 'em downYou know my face, I'm from the place with two pounds

And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for Brownsville

You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds

And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for BrownsvilleYou got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers

Young bitches with attitudes pushing baby strollers

Ghetto how, we dealin' with these savages, the average is

Deceased or in jail for splittin' niggas cabbagesThe characters that's left still the same fellas

They still slingin' heavy metal, ain't nothing but the ghetto

But it's like that, ain't that right, black?

When my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike backHere in Crooklyn, it's trife

Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life

One way to survive on these streets, you choose it

Rip up, load your clip up, slip up and you lose itCops roll up on you, son, got bodies on your gun

Caught up in some shit that your mom's always warned you from

See she won't understand that it's in the environment

That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firingI ain't just fall into no grave

If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin' out in a blaze

I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin' down

No matter the repercussions, M.O.P. hold it down in theIllside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckersIn the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

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