Brownsville Lyrics - M.o.p.

[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way 

Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way 

Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P 

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest 

Cops get knocked down, body counts only risin' 

Them streets look full 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 smokin' caffeine 

Lookin' to do a quick stick, move and swift 

With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to flip 

Whenever you empty your grip, dip 

And get the fuck up out of Dodge 

That's if you know, what's up, kid? 

Niggas is gettin' 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 

Livin' these crazy ways unprotected 

Every day is a jam 

So expect the unexpected, crime time 

1-718, Brownsville, Brooklyn 

The housin' property be gettin' token 

So we're intended 

Be under pressure, gettin' blackmailed 

Villains usin' their dealings 

Makin' killings of crack sales 

The theme song of murder, nobody's kiddin' 

These fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin' 

And devastatin' and profound, you get lumped up 

Soon as you jump up or get gunned down in Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame 

Everybody claim they represent and do they thing 

[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe 

The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under siege 

Beyond twin chrome and farmers 

Nigga, it's Billy Danze 

And when I'm double clutchin' my hands 

Them fuckers won't jam 

So my man, if your seekin' an advance to your grave 

It's the land of the 'Drama Lord' 

And the home of the fuckin' brave 

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

We toe tax 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 steppin' 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 

Mad guns in your grill in the 'Ville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, yeah, killings here only bring retaliation 

No cryin', see dying's an everyday thing, swing 

25 niggas down by my battlegrounds 

I'll move in with 8 thugs that love bustin' 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 twistin' 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, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn 

Into the O.K. Corral 

Now, news flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted 

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 I'll nigga 

Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga 

All up and down Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel 

Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims 

We be livin' good with a Mac and black Tims 

Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river 

With the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

Brownsville, Brownsville 

[Incomprehensible]