Lyrics:
from walking through Bushwick
Im a Brooklyn Baby
Brownsville made me
J train crime king -
Let me off on Chauncey
Hands up
Acappella
I Could rap
spesh
Trust you don't want gun smoke
Fear can't escape
The fire burn
No evacuation
Just fire
Like a brownsville occasion
The coldest heart
Can feel
And Brownsville and shit
Silk equestrians
Puling strings just like Mexicans
Polo from my head to my toes
We stay reppin it
ILLomanati
On my mind soul and my body
long hereafter
Brownsville bullet, go-kart Mozart
Is not drunk driving if the car won't start
Razorblade spitting, Dana Dane discing
So through
Price
Welcome to Brownsville, my kids it ain't a jungle
Got a lot of blocks, Ahk – Dikembe Mutumbo
French Spader gun blow, Timbs beige & gum-sole
Got
down
All the way from Rio Grande City
To Brownsville they fuckin' with me
These palm trees are fucking litty Lemme show you around
I'm so Texas I'mma
As 'Brownsville Girl' gets into her flow
The verses roll and ramble on
But my ear is caught on the crux of that song
It's a perfect truth, that apposite line
But
Level-elevated
He the Educated Rapper
Clowns be seated
Bow down to the world renown
Brownsville Jesus
Damage a dude
Sleep ya brother's keeper
Peep
into this (Gotta get it played now)
Understand man, I gotta eat
It's that educated Brownsville brother with a lotta street
Me and Preem, that's
robbing niggas for dolce panties!
Running Tina for Tito on all them Coney Island kings
"Them uptown boys can't get pushed the word!"
But 'em brownsville
to stress?
I'm twenty-seven years old and Brownsville raised
Upset with all the blood, the sweat, and the tears
[M.O.P.]
Baby its on, a mother shed
automatics [RACK] will fuck up your ego, in fact
Claim turf, whenever the lama's quat
We hold down Brownsville like the motherfucking Tomahawks
[ Chorus ]
'em up
A couple of quick shout outs
To Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan
Strong Island, Brooklyn, East New York
Bed-Stuy, Brownsville
Brooklawn,
round, round, round
[D.V. Alias Khrist]
Brooklyn, Brownsville makes the world go round
Shaolin, Stapleton makes the world go round
G.P.
ain't got to brag because I did it
Run before the rap when I was scrappin
On these motherfuckin mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin
I ain't got
everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of Long Beach to my home Brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real
Who mashes with
(bound!) now, (now!)
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
(That shit
click is riding.
Where I'm from it was a different climate.
Sh* was violent, n* moved slick and did they sh* in silence.
(bbbrown Brownsville)
Nowadays N*
who looking for me?
Brownsville spiritual, telling me leave em holy.
Run up like I'm Benny Blanco from the Bronx,
with this overcoat on, metal welded
and Billy had an altercation
And the Donald married wife number one
Yankees fans were going bonkers
Son of Sam was arrested in Yonkers
And in Brownsville
to texas
Brownsville connected only call when I need leverage
Who drove the last load it should’ve arrived at 7
Get 50 on the line
Nigga we slightly off
They show me love & in every hood, from Brownsville to mill basin Amiri all in my denim.
I remember dressing real basic & if i don't go get it, I'll be
one
Grab the Tek I got the Steele for real it’s Helta Skelta down in Harlesden as it is in Brownsville
Let’s peel
Hook
Money making Mitch in
handle like I'm Ali-moe
And I been outsourced to every outpost
I'm talkin Brownsville Southmost
And who showed out mo'?
And who Showed out more?
So Let's
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