Brownsville

[Intro: O.G Bu-Bang]

Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy

Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy

Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy

Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy (Uh)

(Come on)

Muthafu...fuckin' M.O.P

[Verse 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]

Brownsville, the place where crews seem the livest

Cops get knocked down, body counts only rising

Them streets look raw to ya!

Villains look poor to ya!

Them niggas'll slaughter ya!

For your goose Nautica

You got jewels? Stash 'em son

'Cause there's a thousand niggas broke

And we all got guns!

And you know what that means

Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine

Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift

With your ifth on your hip

Ready to flip

Whenever you empty your clip, dip

And get the fuck up out of Dodge

That's if you know what's up kid

Niggas is getting 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, living these crazy ways unprotected

Every day is a chance, so expect the unexpected

(Crime time!) 1-718 Brownsville, Brooklyn

The housing property be getting tooken

So we're intended

Be under pressure getting blackmailed

Villains using their dealings, making killings off of crack sales

(The theme song) of murder, nobody's kidding

These fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin'

And devastating, and profound

You get lumped up soon as you jump up

Or get gunned down, it's Brownsville

[Verse 2: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]

Young punks got guns (Now that's a damn shame)

Everybody claim they represent and do they thing

Tef and Bo was toting, in case it's hard to believe

The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Beyond twin chrome revolvers

Nigga it's Billy Danze

And when I'm double clutching my hands, them fuckers won't jam

(So my man) If you're seeking an advance to your grave

It's the (land of the Drama Lord)

And the home of the fucking brave

It's hard to trust us 'cause it's mad ruckus

We tote tecs 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 stepping, hops

When shit 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! Clack Clack!

Mad guns in your grill in the 'Ville

[Verse 3: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)]

Brownsville! (Yeah)

Killings here, only bring retaliation

No crying, see dying's an everyday thing

(Swing) 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds

I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting 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 twisting a nigga 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

Turning a small section of Brooklyn into the OK Corral

(Now) news flash, razorfied lead

One grazed head, two paralyzed, three dead

Gunmen fled the scenery, with heavy automatic machinery

(Niggas ain't got nothing to lose) And yo, it seems to be

Ill nigga, kill or be killed in the 'Ville nigga

All up and down Mother Gaston, they blasting steel

Blow your stacks and chips in AC's with rims

We be living good with a MAC and black Timbs

Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river with the (next guy)

That fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

[Outro]

Brooklyn, where it happened at, nigga

Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy

Brooklyn, where it happened at, nigga

I represent the 1-5-4-fuckin'-5

Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy

Home where it's definitely hectic