[Billy Danze]
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Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
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where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
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We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
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in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step)
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[Billy Danze]
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Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're deaf
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99.9 of the times I've got my mojo
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Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa!
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[Lil' Fame]
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Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
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Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)
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(STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up
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We don't put posters up, we post up
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I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga
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Play tough - and I fuck your shit BUK BUK
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You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings
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Both legs numb from them arms an' tings
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[Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap]
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[ALL] It's the legendary street team!
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[Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!)
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[Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!)
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[Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!)
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[Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto
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Spit fire from the heavy metal (WHERE YOU AT?)
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[repeat Chorus]
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife
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You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice
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My ape click, potty chips, body shit
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Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip
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One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit
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The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit
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Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
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cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon open
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Gates of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokin
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Road blocks, yellow tape from four shots
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Murder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of co-ops
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Get buried in corn crops, with tall tops
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Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted
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on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox
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Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit
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Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Billy Danze]
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Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
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Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
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Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
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Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man
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(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook
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In posession of eternal life as a crook
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It been written in the books, embedded in the streets
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Yeah, pushed out of crack spots
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[Billy Danze]
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And bumped out of jeeps!
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[Lil' Fame]
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I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob
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Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms
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Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
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Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and John
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(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) Put a hole where you think at
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(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat
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Brownsville motherfucker it's so true
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Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Y'all niggaz act like y'all know
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First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know?
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It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up
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Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat
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or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games
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Y'all niggaz know
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Bitch-ass niggaz
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Legendary Street Team
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |