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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

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

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
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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!

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