M.o.p. - Illside Of Town Lyrics
Hook 4x:In the illside of town where they...Murder niggasGet down for your crownMurder, murder mother*****ers[billy danze]Ayo, handle ur bizness now [you might not get the chance later]Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your craterIn the, ghetto where trigga fingers usually itchinHere is where I leave for war in the dump, like richie richIt gets a mind blowin situation [one occupation get left]New occupation still my niggas feel they facin deathWere jumpin on decks, with the jumpers at the tireBlau! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fireNow, let the preacher preachTheres a lesson that need to be taught, and look who I brought to teachI pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas wit sizeWhet up the wildest surviveWack crews will see m.o.p. is the livestDowntown swingin, index finger exercisersClak, clak! [cut em some slack] ***** that, its onI know you wanna live, Id rather see you tornOut the frame, bill and lil fame will still standIm thinkin of a master plan to lace your manWhat make you think that you can ***** with billy danzeIll 4-4 em, flow em, blow em to show emThat we dont give a ***** about that nigga we dont know wm in the[illside of town where they, murder niggas, Im from the...]HookTake em down[lil fame]You know my face Im from the place wit two poundsAnd trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for brownsvilleYou know my face Im from the place wit two poundsAnd trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for brownsvilleYou got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollersYoung *****es wit attitudes pushing baby strollers[ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average isDeceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbagesThe characters thats left still the same fellasThey still slingin heavy metal, [aint nothing but the ghetto]But its like that, aint that right blackWhen my enemies strike, its only right that I strike backHere in crooklyn its trifeCriminals out to take everything from your jewels to your lifeOne 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 gunCaught up in some shit that your moms always warned you fromSee she wont understand that its in the environmentThats why these trigga happy niggas keep firingI aint just fall into no graveIf I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blazeIm fazed, whether its him or me goin downNo matter the repercussions m.o.p. hold it down in the...Hook
