HOOK 4X:
In the Illside of Town where they...
Murder nuccas
Get down for your crown
Murder, murder motherf**ers
[Billy Danze]
Ayo, Handle UR Bizness now [you might not get the chance later]
Some kinda way every day the pa**ion for bustin get greater
In the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich
It gets a mind blowin situation [one occupation get left]
New occupation still my n***as feel they facin d**h
We're jumpin on decks, with the jumpers at the tire
BLAU! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fire
Now, let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught, and look who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up n***as wit size
Whet up the wildest survive
Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin, index finger exercisers
CLAK, CLAK! [cut 'em some slack] f** that, it's on
I know you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil Fame will still stand
I'm thinkin of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can f** with Billy Danze
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a f** about that n***a we don't know 'wm in the
[Illside of Town where they, murder n***as, I'm from the...]
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Take 'em down
[Lil Fame]
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds k**, for Brownsville
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds k**, for Brownsville
You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young b**hes wit attitudes pushing baby strollers
[Ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin n***as cabbages
The characters that's left still the same fellas
They still slingin heavy metal, [ain't nothing but the ghetto]
But it's like that, ain't that right black
When my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike back
Here in Crooklyn it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your j**els to your life
One way to survive on these streets [you choose it]
Rip up, load your clip up, slip up, and [you lose it]
Cops roll up on you son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some sh** that your moms always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy n***as keep firing
I ain't just fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin down
No matter the repercussions M.O.P. hold it down in the...
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