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  • Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
    Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
    Them streets look - full to ya!
    Villains look - poor to ya!
    Them *******s'll - slaughter ya!
    For your goose nautica
    You got jewels? stash 'em son
    Cause there's a thousand *******s broke
    And we all got guns!
    And you know what that means
    *******s be open like they smoking caffeine
    Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
    With your ___ on your hip
    Ready to flip
    Whenever you empty your clip, dip
    And get the ******* up out of dodge
    That's if you know what's up kid
    *******s 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 jam
    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 in brownsville
    Young bucks got guns
    (now that's a damn shame)
    Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
    _____ toting in cases hard to believe
    The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
    Beyond twin chrome and farmers
    ******* it's billy danze
    And when i'm double clutching my hands
    Them ******s won't jam
    So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
    It's the land of the drama lord
    And the home of the ******* 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 stepping, hops
    When *******t be getting' hot
    I step and bop
    While i stroll with my weapon ******ed
    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
    Brownsville! (yeah)
    Killings here only bring retaliation
    No crying
    See dying's an everyday thing
    Swing 25 *******s 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 ******* 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 ted
    Two paralyzed
    Three dead
    Gunmen fled the scenery
    With heavy automatic machinery
    *******s ain't got nothing to lose
    And yo it seems to be
    Ill *******
    Kill or be killed
    In the 'ville *******
    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 tims
    Keep this in mind
    And they might not find you in the river
    With the next guy
    That fly *******t that brownsville deliver, *******
  • Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
    Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
    Them streets look - full to ya!
    Villains look - poor to ya!
    Them *******s'll - slaughter ya!
    For your goose nautica
    You got jewels? stash 'em son
    Cause there's a thousand *******s broke
    And we all got guns!
    And you know what that means
    *******s be open like they smoking caffeine
    Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
    With your ___ on your hip
    Ready to flip
    Whenever you empty your clip, dip
    And get the ******* up out of dodge
    That's if you know what's up kid
    *******s 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 jam
    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 in brownsville
    Young bucks got guns
    (now that's a damn shame)
    Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
    _____ toting in cases hard to believe
    The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
    Beyond twin chrome and farmers
    ******* it's billy danze
    And when i'm double clutching my hands
    Them ******s won't jam
    So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
    It's the land of the drama lord
    And the home of the ******* 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 stepping, hops
    When *******t be getting' hot
    I step and bop
    While i stroll with my weapon ******ed
    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
    Brownsville! (yeah)
    Killings here only bring retaliation
    No crying
    See dying's an everyday thing
    Swing 25 *******s 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 ******* 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 ted
    Two paralyzed
    Three dead
    Gunmen fled the scenery
    With heavy automatic machinery
    *******s ain't got nothing to lose
    And yo it seems to be
    Ill *******
    Kill or be killed
    In the 'ville *******
    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 tims
    Keep this in mind
    And they might not find you in the river
    With the next guy
    That fly *******t that brownsville deliver, *******