Saigon - Brownsville Girl lyrics

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Saigon - Brownsville Girl lyrics

Don I am in the ghetto, we know the power of the guns We are the scars of violence Son, turn in your guns Think my sh** is too real for them A young girl k**ed by a straight bullet in Chicago Same thing in Jamaica queens, right in front of McDonalds The ghetto's on fire, the pyro is nothing but sorrow It's burning inside the soul of the future kids of tomorrow We used to use hip hop to teach us the way For some reason these f**ing artists don't reach us today My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn't taught in Plus was sipping too much of that vodka puffy promoted My mama died, n***as was sending me yak It was ironic, that sh** was called hennesy black Sipping that, make a n***a go and pick up a mac And stick up the spot, when I should wanna rip up a track Say f** that, …for you on a check Say…we gotta bring our community back Bring the guns…black, unity back To come with this sh** to get rid of that buffoonery rap That soon to be looked as lunacy, cartoonery crap The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react Fact, it's triple g's now who running with me And I'm rep until the pack of wolves come and get me A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville Brooklyn As down where they got them coke pounds still cooking The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking The booker still feeling n***as was black and brown looking This little girl one night they gave her a burner right Told her she wanna be gang she gotta earn the stripes Her adolescent didact a lesson to learn in life She shoots a kid in the back ,pow, turns his life, ah That was the 7th shooting in less than a week The reason I feel is what I should've addressed in this beat Check them receipts, funerals consecutively It's the god, and by the power invested in me I'm telling n***as to chill, and go easy on the gun play Besides, you gonna have to learn how to fight someday Develop a warrior spirit, let your fist talk more than your lyrics… Check, it's real whack, that blacks only k** blacks I know that sound off the wall but it's real fact I shot about 8 people and they all black I'm a dumb motherf**er's what I call that