Welcome To Brownsville Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

Ah here we go, here we go 

I gotta go (ah ah ah aha) 

Eh, you motherfuckers (ah) 

Eh, I just gotta dig on 

Play my track 

Brrr 

Aha 

City all 

Yeah (ow) 

For life 

Life, uh 

Ayo, it's all live nigga 

But it's alright, one fine, for fine nigga 

But it's all tight (gimme that) 

Where you from nigga? (that's right) 

Make it real clear (clear) 

The ville (ville, that's right) 

Here (hell yeah), we still here 

Another year scratchin' 

But this time around, Loud that got down with the action 

Nigga, y'all know what's happenin', we full grown nigga 

What you call hell, we call home 

So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga 

Hostile takeover, still got the camp time 

Lock and let this deal pop, I take your place soldier 

Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' 

And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins 

I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya 

And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya 

Get yours, get raw, get pissed off we trained them up to the big door 

Train hard to get your cabin twist off 

This tough law baby, but you still got to learn 

How to bust laws crazy on a hilltop 

But you still got some rough dogs baby 

It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too 

Welcome to Brownsville 

Whatever, whatever nigga I grip it, cock it 

Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run 

Hear the flood come now you niggas just called amnesia 

I should grab this bat and beat your ass into a seizure 

Let 'em know who's real son this ain't no luggage tight trippin' 

M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right 

Heat up your chest and mind show your people flesh and blood 

When I join the gun orgy with this forty-edged doe (oh) 

I put it down with my niggas from the dungeon 

Since the day the pigeon coos Kelly caught your free lunches 

We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill 

Ain't nothin' worse I spit it 

Bitch, I did it for the Ville (c'mon) 

I'm from be-are-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E 

What the fuck you gon' tell me? 

This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built 

And some of the illest killas was killed 

Nigga, you with you man the dance now 

(Should you be alarmed) should you be alarmed? 

You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms 

And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't entice me 

It's the return of the realest niggas M.O.P. (first family) 

Some of the world's illest niggas 

Guerrilla niggas with all intention to win 

All intention to sin, it's on a pop and again nigga (man, fuck M.O.P) 

Whoa Flip, he's just playin' it's time for you's the man 

Don't understand what he is sayin' 

Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it 

Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted 

Ready to smoke crack (the ol' BK way) 

We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day 

Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it 

I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back 

Ha ha ha ha 

Arh (nigga) 

Ha ha ha ha (Ssh)) 

Ha ha ha 

Nigga (ow)