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Lil'

Raised on a strip called here brotha
Where guns pop and cops get
This is the where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to they lawyers
losin' it
Four fives and we be movin' wit
Caught up in the that the street game confused you wit
We're it
Let it be if retaliation
Home-skillet - on
That rap bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back Rosewood black nigga
First gone brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the dog
You the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and rap we the baddest
Word to the
Any try me
Get hit wit the
Fuck

Chorus - and Lil' Fame: 2X

It's a 4 alarm
Everybody post up next to the
on
You're all welcome to roadway
First family
Buck ass
ya say

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip mac soldier
FIRST
We're back
And we have through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer I wasn't God's child
me - but don't deny me
Or get slit you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few wantin' my head
Used my and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
all intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE
bullshit
Just you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit

2X:

Introducin' the best secret
It's no shit I sleep wit green beret
enemies frequent
I wit authority
(Black) through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and
The gunsmoke make son
The run through the barrel until the gun choke
cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer fed me
Keep my steady
Squeeze they drop off
Make sure all guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech
Through projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to
I guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a necktie
We don't by
Half-ass
Blast
Gas who won't blast
The die

2X

Just when you thought it was
The mad shell posse hit you off wit taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah)

Yeah, uh-huh, what the
Two asked for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for
I rock jewels it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas on my shit fo'
I'm - how you think I got rich ho?
steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
Come back the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the holder
Rip ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice spit it
Who am I?
MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and gats ya know?

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