M.O.P. - BROWNSVILLE LYRICS
Writer(s):J. GRINNAGE / E. MURRY / C. MARTIN
Artist: M.o.p. Lyrics
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Date: Added(Last modified) at 6:54 am October 07, 2012.
[Incomprehensible], mother ****ing M.O.P. way Mother ****ing M.O.P. way, mother ****ing M.O.P. way Mother ****ing M.O.P. way, mother ****ing 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 *****s'll slaughter ya For your goose Nautica, you got jewels? Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand *****s broke And we all got guns And you know what that means *****s 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 **** up out of Dodge That's if you know, what's up, kid? *****s 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 *****, it's Billy Danze And when I'm double clutchin' my hands Them ****ers 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 ****in' 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 **** 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 *****s 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 ***** 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 *****s ain't got nothing to lose And yo it seems to be I'll ***** Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, ***** 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 **** that Brownsville deliver, ***** Brownsville, Brownsville Brownsville, Brownsville Brownsville, Brownsville Brownsville, Brownsville [Incomprehensible]
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