Laze E Laze - Illside of Town lyrics

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...] HOOK 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... HOOK