Young M.A - Brooklyn (Chiraq Freestyle) lyrics

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Young M.A - Brooklyn (Chiraq Freestyle) lyrics

Ahhh man The squad is here RedLyfe Pain Gang Yall ready know I'm happy errybody did they chiraq Now the squads bout to get on this sh** and straight murder everything Brooklyn style yall ready know n***a It's Young M.A remember that n***a Uhhh! My squad is a bunch a n***as with no manners We hold hammers Better duck when the gun flash no cameras No jammin' my gun blammin' Your bullets flying but not landing Got damn it my hands cramping this big cannon do big damage Heat on my side my hip tanning My n***a Dej keep the grip now They shot my n***a like 5 times but he's still alive and his still standing B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09 I swear to god it would be problems if that n***a was still alive Tell these n***as don't f** with me I'm not in the right state of mind Put the desert eagle to his forehead and make the n***a have a change of mind Stop talking that tough sh** cuz you dyke b**hes ain't bout that Heard n***as out here rattin so I had to set up my mouse traps Blow a stack and I bounce back Hit me up for that loud pack Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush got white widow a whole pound of that f** a squad im 3 deep You got 10 n***as that's 10 sheep Plus these p**y n***as don't want beef Cuz they all chicken 10 piece I'm in crown heights, I'm in bedstuy, I'm in Brownsville I'm in C.I I'm in east New York where them things bump If a n***a die we don't talk Shhhh! That's Brooklyn n***a Then tek 9s a cook a n***a Turn his brains into puddin n***a I'm not a k**er but don't push a n***a I swear to god I will pull it n***a Middle finger to them lookin n***as You say you got shooters on the roof well I got shooters in the bushes n***a Never ever been a p**y type But I know a lot of p**y dykes Your sh**s trash and you can't rap And the engineer shoulda took your mic You ain't a thug you the mushy type Fall in love and be hooked for life You the type that'll k** your b**h if she tried to leave n get booked for life I'm really a calm n***a but the n***as round me is really rowdy I'm the type if iuno f** witchu Don't come near me don't come around me This loud pack that we smokin on got the whole car lookin really cloudy I'm ridin roun in that white Chevy but I'm next whip is that black Audi schherrrr It's Brooklyn n***a that's kings county n***as hate and don't know a thing about me Only real n***as I bring around me f** Ya foreigns I rock Jordan's with a tank top and a Jesus piece That flashy sh** you n***as wearing really don't mean sh** to me I got young boys that'll rob You For your ACs and Credit cards to With that 380 it ain't hard to Cooperate or they sparkin you I was born alone Ima die alone f** friends I don't need any I love money, I get money , I got money and I got plenty Mr Hayes when they let you out I'm right there with them weapons out You a fake blood a disloyal n***a and they gone Have to bring them stretchers Cuz I'm not playing 20 shots, p**y clot to your chest n***a You k**ed my brother now you rest n***a Naw f** that I got more to say I know these hoes ain't loyal Muhf**a I wasn't born today f** M.O.B I'm M.O.E I'm just Tryna grind and duck the Ds I told n***as I don't gang bang but for my bro I throw up the Bs Pain Gang, RedLyfe Don't f** with them and don't f** with me This is Brooklyn n***a what the f** you mean!