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Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest |
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Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising |
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Them streets look - full to ya! |
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Villains look - poor to ya! |
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Them niggas'll - slaughter ya! |
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For your goose nautica |
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You got jewels? stash 'em son |
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Cause there's a thousand niggas broke |
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And we all got guns! |
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And you know what that means |
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Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine |
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Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift |
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With your ___ on your hip |
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Ready to flip |
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Whenever you empty your clip, dip |
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And get the fuck up out of dodge |
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That's if you know what's up kid |
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Niggas is getting mandela time |
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Plus the crackers is corrupted |
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But then you got them clockers down at 73rd |
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That was drug associated since the 70's, word |
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It's kinda skeptic |
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Living these crazy ways unprotected |
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Every day is a jam |
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So expect the unexpected |
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Crime time! |
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1-718 brownsville, brooklyn |
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The housing property be getting tooken |
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So we're intended |
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Be under pressure getting blackmailed |
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Villains using their dealings |
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Making killings off of crack sales |
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The theme song of murder |
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Nobody's kidding, |
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These fools are forbidden |
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Automatics just be spittin' |
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And devastating, and profound |
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You get lumped up soon as you jump up |
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Or get gunned down in brownsville |
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Young bucks got guns |
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(now that's a damn shame) |
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Everybody claim they represent and do they thing |
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_____ toting in cases hard to believe |
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The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege |
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Beyond twin chrome and farmers |
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Nigga it's billy danze |
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And when i'm double clutching my hands |
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Them fuckers won't jam |
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So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave |
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It's the land of the drama lord |
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And the home of the fucking brave |
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It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus |
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We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers |
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It's blue steel concealed under my sweater |
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To calm down whoever |
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Duke, i move clever |
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I must keep it stepping, hops |
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When shit be getting' hot |
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I step and bop |
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While i stroll with my weapon cocked |
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The hill that's real, we kill at will |
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Clack clack! clack clack! |
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Clack clack! clack clack! |
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Mad guns in your grill |
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In the 'ville |
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Brownsville! (yeah) |
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Killings here only bring retaliation |
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No crying |
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See dying's an everyday thing |
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Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds |
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I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds |
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You know the deal |
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In my streets your heater be ready to blaze |
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Keep cash in your stash |
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In case you gotta be swayze |
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For twisting a nigga cap back |
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That's that work of m.o.p. |
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Who we be? firing squad of 11233 |
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Clack clack! |
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Whole clips in your back |
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That's thug style |
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Turning a small section of brooklyn |
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Into the ok corral |
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Now, news flash |
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Razorfied lead |
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One grazed ted |
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Two paralyzed |
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Three dead |
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Gunmen fled the scenery |
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With heavy automatic machinery |
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Niggas ain't got nothing to lose |
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And yo it seems to be |
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Ill nigga |
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Kill or be killed |
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In the 'ville nigga |
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All up and down mother gaston |
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They blasting steel |
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Blow your stacks and chips |
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In ac's with rims |
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We be living good |
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With a mac and black tims |
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Keep this in mind |
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And they might not find you in the river |
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With the next guy |
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That fly shit that brownsville deliver, nigga |