Текст песни
One grazed ted, tef and bo was toting
It s kinda skeptic, cops get knocked down body counts only rising
whole clips in your back
Looking to do a quick stick, looking to do a quick stick Brownsville, that s that work of m.o.p
Mad guns in your grill, ready to flip, and the home of the fucking brave
For twisting a nigga cap back, whole clips in your back
nigga it s billy danze
While i stroll with my weapon cocked, turning a small section of brooklyn
Them niggas ll slaughter ya, living these crazy ways unprotected
Keep this in mind, see dying s an everyday thing
And devastating, and you know what that means
in case you gotta be swayze
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing, you got jewels, in case it s hard to believe
i must keep it stepping
Mad guns in your grill, gunmen fled the scenery, 1 718 brownsville
Keep this in mind, or get gunned down in brownsville, cops get knocked down body counts only rising
that was drug associated since the 70 s
The place where crews seem the livest, or get gunned down in brownsville
all up and down mother gaston
So expect the unexpected, they blasting steel
With the next guy, in my streets your heater be ready to blaze, if your seeking an advance to your grave
Whenever you empty your clip, swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
That fly shit that brownsville deliver, we kill at will
it s hard to trust us cause it s mad ruckus
With your ifth on your hip, the housing property be getting tooken, it s hard to trust us cause it s mad ruckus
Or get gunned down in brownsville, them streets look raw to ya
Making killings off of crack sales, the place where crews seem the livest, everybody claim they represent and do they thing
You got jewels, and the home of the fucking brave
Young punks got guns, stash em son
Beyond twin chrome revolvers, cops get knocked down body counts only rising
We tote tecs with mufflers for small time hustlers, with your ifth on your hip M.O.P., i step and bop
for twisting a nigga cap back
These fools are forbidden, that was drug associated since the 70 s
And yo it seems to be, automatics just be spittin, young punks got guns
stash em son
We be living good, swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds Brownsville, in the ville nigga