M.o.p. - Welcome To Brownsville lyrics

[intro] Ah here we go, here we go I gotta go (ahahahaha) Ehh, you motherf**ers (arhd) Ehh, i just gotta dig on Play my track Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [teflon] Aha City all Yeah (oww) 4 life Life, uh [chorus: teflon] Ayo, it's all live n***a But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine n***a But it's all tight (gimme that!) Where you from n***a? (that's right) Make it real clear (clear!) The ville (ville!) (that's right) Here (hell yeah!) We still here [teflon] Another year scratchin' But this time around, loud that got down with the action n***a, y'all know what's happenin' We full grown n***a What you call hell, we call home So pack your f**in' bags and move on n***a Hostile takeover, still got the camp time Lock and let this deal pop I..take your place soldier Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet a** to comin' from all my cousins I'm a brownsville slugger with a pound's where i slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (fi-ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train hard to get your cabin twist off This tough law baby But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too Welcome to brownsville [chorus with variations] [lil fame] Whatever, whatever n***a I grip it, co*k it Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run Hear the flood come now! You n***az just called amnesia I should grap this f**in' bat and beat your a** into a seizure [teflon] Let 'em know who's real son This ain't no luggage tight trippin' M.o.p. first fam, slip the clippin' right [lil fame] Heat up your chest and mind Show your people flesh and blood When i join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (ohh!) I put it down with my n***az from the dungeon Since the day the pigeon coohs kelly caught your free lunches We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill Ain't nothin' worse i spit it b**h i did it for the ville (c'mon!) I'm from b-r-o-w-n-s-v-i-double l-e What the f** you gon' tell me? This is the place where m.o.p. foundation was built And some of the illest k**az was k**ed [chorus w/ variations] [billy danze] n***a, you f**in' witcha man the danze now! (should you be alarmed?!!) should you be alarmed? You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms And step lightly, i pop shots from both so don't intize me It's the return of the realest n***az m.o.p. (first family!) Some of the world's illest n***az Guerilla n***az with all intention to win All intention to sin It's on a pop and again n***a (man, f** m.o.p!) Whoa flip, he's just playin' It's time for you's the man Don't understand what he is sayin' Maybe he don't see manna p logo for they post it Maybe he didn't know shaq was back in double toasted Ready to smoke sh** (the ol' bk way!) We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back [chorus w/ variations] 2x Hahahaha Arhhhhhhhhhhh (n***a!) Hahahaha (shhhhhhhhhhhh) Hahaha n***a! (ow!)