HOOK 4X: In the Illside of Town where they... Murder niggas Get down for your crown Murder, murder motherfuckers
[Billy Danze] Ayo, Handle UR 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 BLAU! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- 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 wit size Whet up the wildest survive Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest Downtown Swingin, index finger exercisers CLAK, CLAK! [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 ´wm in the [Illside of Town where they, murder niggas, I´m from the...]
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Take ´em down
[Lil Fame] You know my face I´m from the place wit 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 wit 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, [aint nothing but the ghetto] But it´s like that, aint 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 moms 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 aint 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...
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