Artist: M.O.P. Lyrics
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Album: Track 14 on First Family 4 Life
Rate: Downtown Swinga '98 gets avg. rating 4.7 out of 10 based on 9 ratings. Rate the song now!!!
Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)
PD, I get better with time like a fine wine
You see, ever since I was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth
I never been accused, of perjury
I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (Hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill-legit!)
Yeah but I try not to show it baby
'Cause if I got to show skill, I will
I'm comin' from Brownsville, (Downtown)
Swingin this bump bill, bringin' it so ill
(You *****s been warned)
If I get to side steppin' and grippin' my weapon it's on
Once I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way
(No need to stress him, he gone)
The no love way
**** him, ********** I'm lettin' you know
You lookin' for Brook, you went to Fizzy Ro, we downtown
[Chorus: Lil Fame and Billy Danze:]
Who bringin' this?
Down here we be the kings of this
Never gassed to do, what I have to do
Splashin' you, blastin' you, international!
Stand back when this ***** kick off, the black stallion
I'm all American, slash Trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yo
Mister fizzy ro, gettin' busy yo
Make ************s ask, "what the **** is he yo?"
I tote the 4-5 when I feel I'm doomed
**** them cassettes, I don't plan to die no time soon
Down, Down town swinga
Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)
When it's hammer time, we crash the house, (no doubt)
Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)
Yo I illustrate and design for those doin crimes
Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines
And I'm, here to represent for 'em
So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown
[Chorus x 2]
Oh ****! It's on *****
Pack your ****, and get gone *****
Here come Fame, Bill Danze and them, (right!)
Ain't no tame to handle 'em, (true)
'Cause when I'm on a mission duke, grippin' a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin' you, it's traditional
(Let's **** back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And I'm that one ***** that **** it up for everybody
Get em up, clak clak!
Hit 'em up, bookah bookah!
Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka!
Shut 'em up, for good
We regulate this hood Downtown soldier
And we will lay your *** down, told ya
In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews
Bet' not nann one of you ************s move, speak to me
(Make moves) Wrong ***** to cross
A lot of *****s found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire
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