Illside of Town(Explicit) - M.O.P.

Illside of Town (Explicit) - M.O.P.
Written by：J. Grinnage/E. Murry/L. Elliott
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
Ayo Handle UR Bizness now you might not get the chance later
Some kinda way every day the passion for busting your crater
In the ghetto where trigga fingers usually itching
Here is where I leave for war in the dump like Richie Rich
It gets a mind blowing situation one occupation get left
New occupation still my niggas feel they facing death
We're jumping on decks with the jumpers at the tire
Blau bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bucka rapid fire
Now let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught
And look who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45 pick up niggas wit size
Whet up the wildest survive
Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown swinging index finger exercisers
Clak clak cut 'em some slack f**k that it's on
I know you wanna live I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame Bill and Lil Fame will still stand
I'm thinking of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can f**k with Billy Danze
I'll 44 'em flow 'em blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a f**k about that
Ni**a we don't know we're in the
Illside of town where they murder niggas I'm from the
Illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
Take 'em down
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds kill for Brownsville
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds kill for Brownsville
You got ** dealers gun holders street rollers
Young b**ches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers
Ghetto how we dealing with these savages the average is
Deceased or in jail for splitting niggas cabbages
The characters that's left still the same fellas
They still slinging heavy metal ain't nothing but the ghetto
But it's like that ain't that right black
When my enemies strike it's only right that I strike back
Here in crooklyn it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life
One way to survive on these streets you choose it
Rip up load your clip up slip up and you lose it
Cops roll up on you son got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some sh*t that your moms always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing
I ain't just fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied it gotta be going out in a blaze
I'm fazed whether it's him or me going down
No matter the repercussions M.O.P. hold it down in the
Illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers
In the illside of town where they
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder murder motherf**kers