[Incomprehensible], mother M.O.P. way Mother fucking M.O.P. way, fucking M.O.P. way Mother M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P
Brownsville's the place where crews the livest Cops get down, body counts only risin' Them look full to ya, villains look poor to ya niggas'll slaughter ya
For goose Nautica, you got jewels? Stash 'em, son, 'cause a thousand niggas broke And we all got And you what that means
Niggas be open like smokin' caffeine Lookin' to do a quick stick, move and With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to Whenever you empty grip, dip
And get the up out of Dodge That's if you know, up, kid? is gettin' Mandela time Plus the crackers is
But you got them clockers down at 73rd That was drug associated the 70's, word kinda skeptic Livin' these crazy unprotected
day is a jam So expect the unexpected, crime 1-718, Brownsville, The property be gettin' token
So we're Be under pressure, blackmailed usin' their dealings Makin' of crack sales
The theme song of murder, nobody's fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin' And devastatin' and profound, you get up Soon as you jump up or get down in Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville,
Young punks got guns, now that's a shame Everybody claim they represent and do they [Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, to believe The squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
Beyond twin chrome and Nigga, it's Billy And I'm double clutchin' my hands Them won't jam
So my man, if seekin' an advance to your grave It's the land of the Lord' And the home of the fuckin' It's hard to trust us 'cause mad ruckus
We toe tax with mufflers for small time It's blue steel under my sweater To calm down whoever, Duke, I move I must it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot
I step and bop I stroll with my weapon cocked The that's real, we kill at will Clack-clack, clack-clack, Mad guns in grill in the 'Ville
Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville,
Brownsville, yeah, killings here only retaliation No cryin', see an everyday thing, swing 25 niggas by my battlegrounds I'll move in with 8 thugs that love bustin'
You the deal In my streets your heater be ready to Keep cash in your stash in case you be Swayze For twistin' a nigga cap
That's work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233 Clack-clack, whole clips in your thug style, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn Into the O.K.
Now, news flash, lead, one grazed Ted Two paralyzed, dead Gunmen the scenery With heavy automatic
ain't got nothing to lose And yo it seems to be nigga or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga All up and Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel
Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with We be livin' good a Mac and black Tims this in mind and they might not find you in the river With the guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga
Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville, Brownsville,