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