Текст песни M.O.P. - Brownsville, слова песни M.O.P.

Текст песни M.O.P. - Brownsville

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Brownsville`s the place where crews seem the livestCops get knocked down body counts` only risingThem streets look - Full to ya!Villains look - Poor to ya!Them niggas`ll - Slaughter ya!For your goose NauticaYou got jewels? Stash `em sonCause there`s a thousand niggas brokeAnd we all got guns!And you know what that means Niggas be open like they smoking caffeineLooking to do a quick stick, move, and swiftWith your ___ on your hipReady to flipWhenever you empty your clip, dipAnd get the fuck up out of DodgeThat`s if you know what`s up kidNiggas is getting Mandela timePlus the crackers is corruptedBut then you got them clockers down at 73rdThat was drug associated since the 70`s, wordIt`s kinda skepticLiving these crazy ways unprotectedEvery day is a jamSo expect the unexpectedCrime time!1-718 Brownsville, BrooklynThe housing property be getting tookenSo we`re intendedBe under pressure getting blackmailedVillains using their dealingsMaking killings off of crack salesThe theme song of murderNobody`s kidding, These fools are forbiddenAutomatics just be spittin`And devastating, and profoundYou get lumped up soon as you jump upOr get gunned down in BrownsvilleYoung bucks got guns(Now that`s a damn shame)Everybody claim they represent and do they thing_____ toting in cases hard to believeThe firing squad`ll throw your whole borough under siegeBeyond twin chrome and farmersNigga it`s Billy DanzeAnd when I`m double clutching my handsThem fuckers won`t jamSo my man, if your seeking an advance to your graveIt`s the land of the drama lordAnd the home of the fucking braveIt`s hard to trust us cause it`s mad ruckusWe toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlersIt`s blue steel concealed under my sweaterTo calm down whoeverDuke, I move cleverI must keep it stepping, hopsWhen shit be getting` hotI step and bopWhile I stroll with my weapon cockedThe hill that`s real, we kill at willClack Clack! Clack Clack!Clack Clack! Clack Clack!Mad guns in your grillIn the `VilleBrownsville! (Yeah)Killings here only bring retaliationNo crying See dying`s an everyday thingSwing 25 niggas down by my battlegroundsI`ll move in with 8 thugs that love busting roundsYou know the dealIn my streets your heater be ready to blazeKeep cash in your stashIn case you gotta be SwayzeFor twisting a nigga cap backThat`s that work of M.O.P.Who we be? Firing squad of 11233Clack Clack!Whole clips in your backThat`s thug styleTurning a small section of Brooklyn Into the OK CorralNow, news flashRazorfied leadOne grazed TedTwo paralyzedThree deadGunmen fled the sceneryWith heavy automatic machineryNiggas ain`t got nothing to loseAnd yo it seems to beIll niggaKill or be killedIn the `Ville niggaAll up and down Mother GastonThey blasting steelBlow your stacks and chips In AC`s with rimsWe be living goodWith a MAC and black TimsKeep this in mind And they might not find you in the riverWith the next guyThat fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

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