(feat. M.O.P) [Billy Danze] Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin [Kool G. Rap] Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step) [Billy Danze] Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're deaf 99.9 of the times I've got my mojo Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa! [Lil' Fame] Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your furrow (STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up We don't put posters up, we post up I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga Play tough - and I fuck your shape up BUK You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings Both legs numb from them arms an' tings [Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap] [ALL] It's the legendary street team! [Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!) [Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!) [Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!) [Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto Spit fire from the heavy metal (WHERE YOU AT?) [repeat Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice My ape click, potty chips, body shit Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon open Gates of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin Robots, yellow tape from four shots Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops Get buried in corn crops, with tall tops Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits [Chorus x2] [Billy Danze] Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man (OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook In posession of eternal life as a crook It been written in the books, embedded in the streets [Kool G. Rap] Yeah, pushed out of crack spots [Billy Danze] And bumped out of jeeps! [Lil' Fame] I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and Jones (WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you fake at (BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat Brownsville motherfucker it's so true Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes [Chorus x2] [Kool G. Rap] Y'all niggaz act like y'all know First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know? It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games Y'all niggaz know Bitch-ass nigga
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. M.O.P) [Billy Danze] Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin [Kool G. Rap] Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step) [Billy Danze] Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're deaf 99.9 of the times I've got my mojo Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa! [Lil' Fame] Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your furrow (STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up We don't put posters up, we post up I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga Play tough - and I fuck your shape up BUK You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings Both legs numb from them arms an' tings [Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap] [ALL] It's the legendary street team! [Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!) [Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!) [Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!) [Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto Spit fire from the heavy metal (WHERE YOU AT?) [repeat Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice My ape click, potty chips, body shit Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon open Gates of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin Robots, yellow tape from four shots Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops Get buried in corn crops, with tall tops Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits [Chorus x2] [Billy Danze] Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man (OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook In posession of eternal life as a crook It been written in the books, embedded in the streets [Kool G. Rap] Yeah, pushed out of crack spots [Billy Danze] And bumped out of jeeps! [Lil' Fame] I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and Jones (WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you fake at (BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat Brownsville motherfucker it's so true Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes [Chorus x2] [Kool G. Rap] Y'all niggaz act like y'all know First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know? It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games Y'all niggaz know Bitch-ass nigga
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