[Intro] Ah here we go, here we go I gotta go (ahahahaha) Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd) Ehh, I just gotta dig on Play my track Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
[Teflon] Aha City All Yeah (oww) 4 life Life, uh
[Chorus: Teflon] Ayo, it's all live nigga But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga But it's all tight (gimme that!) Where you from nigga? (that's right) Make it real clear (clear!) The ville (ville!) (that's right) Here (Hell yeah!) We still here
[Teflon] Another year scratchin' But this time around, Loud that got down with the action Nigga, y'all know what's happenin' We full grown nigga What you call Hell, we call home So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga Hostile takeover, still got the camp time Lock and let this deal pop I..take your place soldier Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train hard to get your cabin twist off This tough law baby But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too Welcome to Brownsville
[Chorus with variations]
[Lil Fame] Whatever, whatever nigga I grip it, cock it Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run Hear the flood come now! You niggaz just called amnesia I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure
[Teflon] Let 'em know who's real son This ain't no luggage tight trippin' M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right
[Lil Fame] Heat up your chest and mind Show your people flesh and blood When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!) I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill Ain't nothin' worse I spit it Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me? This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built And some of the illest killaz was killed
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Billy Danze] Nigga, you witcha man the Danze now! (SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed? You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!) Some of the world's illest niggaz Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win All intention to sin It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!) Whoa Flip, he's just playin' It's time for you's the man Don't understand what he is sayin' Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted Ready to smoke crack (THE OL' BK WAY!) We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back
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[Intro] Ah here we go, here we go I gotta go (ahahahaha) Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd) Ehh, I just gotta dig on Play my track Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
[Teflon] Aha City All Yeah (oww) 4 life Life, uh
[Chorus: Teflon] Ayo, it's all live nigga But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga But it's all tight (gimme that!) Where you from nigga? (that's right) Make it real clear (clear!) The ville (ville!) (that's right) Here (Hell yeah!) We still here
[Teflon] Another year scratchin' But this time around, Loud that got down with the action Nigga, y'all know what's happenin' We full grown nigga What you call Hell, we call home So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga Hostile takeover, still got the camp time Lock and let this deal pop I..take your place soldier Nine years frontin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train hard to get your cabin twist off This tough law baby But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too Welcome to Brownsville
[Chorus with variations]
[Lil Fame] Whatever, whatever nigga I grip it, cock it Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run Hear the flood come now! You niggaz just called amnesia I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure
[Teflon] Let 'em know who's real son This ain't no luggage tight trippin' M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right
[Lil Fame] Heat up your chest and mind Show your people flesh and blood When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!) I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill Ain't nothin' worse I spit it Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me? This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built And some of the illest killaz was killed
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Billy Danze] Nigga, you witcha man the Danze now! (SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed? You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!) Some of the world's illest niggaz Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win All intention to sin It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!) Whoa Flip, he's just playin' It's time for you's the man Don't understand what he is sayin' Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted Ready to smoke crack (THE OL' BK WAY!) We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back
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