| Ah here we go, here we go | |
| I gotta go (ahahahaha) | |
| Ehh, you motherfuckers (arhd) | |
| Ehh, I just gotta dig on | |
| Play my track | |
| Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr | |
| [Teflon] | |
| Aha | |
| City All | |
| Yeah (oww) | |
| 4 life | |
| Life, uh | |
| [Chorus: Teflon] | |
| Ayo, it's all live nigga | |
| But it's allright, one fine, fo' 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 | |
| [Teflon] | |
| 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 | |
| (Fi-Ayaaah!) 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 | |
| [Chorus with variations] | |
| [Lil Fame] | |
| Whatever, whatever nigga | |
| I grip it, cock it | |
| Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run | |
| Hear the flood come now! | |
| You niggaz just called amnesia | |
| I should grap this fuckin' bat and beat your ass into a seizure | |
| [Teflon] | |
| Let 'em know who's real son | |
| This ain't no luggage tight trippin' | |
| M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right | |
| [Lil Fame] | |
| Heat up your chest and mind | |
| Show your people flesh and blood | |
| When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!) | |
| I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon | |
| Since the day the pigeon coohs 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 B-R-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 killaz was killed | |
| [Chorus: w/ variations] | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Nigga, you fuckin' witcha man the Danze 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 intize me | |
| It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!) | |
| Some of the world's illest niggaz | |
| Guerilla niggaz 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 shit (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 | |
| [Chorus x2: w/ variations] | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!) | |
| Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh) | |
| Hahaha | |
| Nigga! (ow!) |
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