Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest  Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising  Them streets look - Full to ya!  Villains look - Poor to ya!  Them niggas'll - Slaughter ya!  For your goose Nautica  You got jewels? Stash 'em son  Cause there's a thousand niggas broke  And we all got guns!  And you know what that means  Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine  Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift  With your ___ on your hip  Ready to flip  Whenever you empty your clip, dip  And get the fuck up out of Dodge  That's if you know what's up kid  Niggas is getting Mandela time  Plus the crackers is corrupted  But then you got them clockers down at 73rd  That was drug associated since the 70's, word  It's kinda skeptic  Living these crazy ways unprotected  Every day is a jam  So expect the unexpected  Crime time!  1-718 Brownsville, Brooklyn  The housing property be getting tooken  So we're intended  Be under pressure getting blackmailed  Villains using their dealings  Making killings off of crack sales  The theme song of murder  Nobody's kidding,  These fools are forbidden  Automatics just be spittin'  And devastating, and profound  You get lumped up soon as you jump up  Or get gunned down in Brownsville  Young bucks got guns  (Now that's a damn shame)  Everybody claim they represent and do they thing  _____ toting in cases hard to believe  The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege  Beyond twin chrome and farmers  Nigga it's Billy Danze  And when I'm double clutching my hands  Them fuckers won't jam  So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave  It's the land of the drama lord  And the home of the fucking brave  It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus  We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers  It's blue steel concealed under my sweater  To calm down whoever  Duke, I move clever  I must keep it stepping, hops  When shit be getting' hot  I step and bop  While I stroll with my weapon cocked  The hill that's real, we kill at will  Clack Clack! Clack Clack!  Clack Clack! Clack Clack!  Mad guns in your grill  In the 'Ville  Brownsville! (Yeah)  Killings here only bring retaliation  No crying  See dying's an everyday thing  Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds  I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds  You know the deal  In my streets your heater be ready to blaze  Keep cash in your stash  In case you gotta be Swayze  For twisting a nigga cap back  That's that work of M.O.P.  Who we be? Firing squad of 11233  Clack Clack!  Whole clips in your back  That's thug style  Turning a small section of Brooklyn  Into the OK Corral  Now, news flash  Razorfied lead  One grazed Ted  Two paralyzed  Three dead  Gunmen fled the scenery  With heavy automatic machinery  Niggas ain't got nothing to lose  And yo it seems to be  Ill nigga  Kill or be killed  In the 'Ville nigga  All up and down Mother Gaston  They blasting steel  Blow your stacks and chips  In AC's with rims  We be living good  With a MAC and black Tims  Keep this in mind  And they might not find you in the river  With the next guy  That fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga