Illside Of Town Lyrics - M.o.p.

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

Ayo, handle your 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 

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 with size 

Whet up the wildest survive 

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest 

Downtown Swingin', index finger exercisers 

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 'em in the 

Illside of town where they murder niggas, I'm from the 

Illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

Take 'em down 

You know my face, I'm from the place with 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 with 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, ain't nothing but the ghetto 

But it's like that, ain't 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 mom's 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 ain't 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 

Illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

In the illside of town where they murder niggas 

Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers 

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