Текст песни M.O.P. - Illside of Town, слова песни M.O.P.

Текст песни M.O.P. - Illside of Town

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HOOK 4X:In the Illside of Town where they...Murder niggasGet down for your crownMurder, murder motherfuckers[Billy Danze]Ayo, Handle UR Bizness now [you might not get the chance later]Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your craterIn the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchinHere 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 deathWe`re jumpin on decks, with the jumpers at the tireBLAU! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fireNow, let the preacher preachThere`s a lesson that need to be taught, and look who I brought to teachI pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas wit sizeWhet up the wildest surviveWack crews will see M.O.P. is the livestDowntown Swingin, index finger exercisersCLAK, CLAK! [cut `em some slack] fuck that, it`s onI know you wanna live, I`d rather see you tornOut the frame, Bill and Lil Fame will still standI`m thinkin of a master plan to lace your manWhat make you think that you can fuck with Billy DanzeI`ll 4-4 `em, flow `em, blow `em to show `emThat we don`t give a fuck about that nigga we don`t know `wm in the[Illside of Town where they, murder niggas, I`m from the...]HOOKTake `em down[Lil Fame]You know my face I`m from the place wit two poundsAnd trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for BrownsvilleYou know my face I`m from the place wit two poundsAnd trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for BrownsvilleYou got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollersYoung bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers[Ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average isDeceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbagesThe characters that`s left still the same fellasThey still slingin heavy metal, [aint nothing but the ghetto]But it`s like that, aint that right blackWhen my enemies strike, it`s only right that I strike backHere in Crooklyn it`s trifeCriminals out to take everything from your jewels to your lifeOne way to survive on these streets [you choose it]Rip up, load your clip up, slip up, and [you lose it]Cops roll up on you son, got bodies on your gunCaught up in some shit that your moms always warned you fromSee she won`t understand that it`s in the environmentThat`s why these trigga happy niggas keep firingI aint just fall into no graveIf I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blazeI`m fazed, whether it`s him or me goin downNo matter the repercussions M.O.P. hold it down in the...HOOK

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