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 niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder, 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 crater
In the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich
It 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
BLAU! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fire
Now, 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 wit size
Whet up the wildest survive
Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin, index finger exercisers
CLAK, CLAK! [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 stand
I`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 `wm in the
[Illside of Town where they, murder niggas, I`m from the...]

HOOK

Take `em down

[Lil Fame]
You know my face I`m from the place wit 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 Brownsville
You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers
[Ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages
The characters that`s left still the same fellas
They still slingin heavy metal, [aint nothing but the ghetto]
But it`s like that, aint that right black
When my enemies strike, it`s only right that I strike back
Here 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 it]
Cops roll up on you son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some shit that your moms always warned you from
See she won`t understand that it`s in the environment
That`s why these trigga happy niggas keep firing
I aint 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 the...

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Illside of Town

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