歌曲 | Illside of Town |
歌手 | M.O.P. |
专辑 | Firing Squad |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Elliott, Grinnage, Murray | |
Hook 4x: | |
In the illside of town where they... | |
Murder niggas | |
Get down for your crown | |
Murder, murder motherfuckers | |
[billy danze] | |
Ayo, handle ur bizness now [you might not get the chance later] | |
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your crater | |
In the, "ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin | |
Here is where i leave for war in the dump, like richie rich | |
It gets a mind blowin situation [one occupation get left] | |
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin death | |
We're jumpin 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 swingin, index finger exercisers | |
Clak, clak! [cut 'em some slack] fuck 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 thinkin of a master plan to lace your man | |
What make you think that you can fuck with billy danze | |
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em | |
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'wm in the | |
[illside of town where they, murder niggas, i'm from the...] | |
Hook | |
Take 'em down | |
[lil fame] | |
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 drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers | |
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers | |
[ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average is | |
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages | |
The characters that's left still the same fellas | |
They still slingin heavy metal, [aint nothing but the ghetto] | |
But it's like that, aint 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 shit 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 aint just fall into no grave | |
If i gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze | |
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin down | |
No matter the repercussions m.o.p. hold it down in the... | |
Hook |
zuo qu : Elliott, Grinnage, Murray | |
Hook 4x: | |
In the illside of town where they... | |
Murder niggas | |
Get down for your crown | |
Murder, murder motherfuckers | |
billy danze | |
Ayo, handle ur bizness now you might not get the chance later | |
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your crater | |
In the, " ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin | |
Here is where i leave for war in the dump, like richie rich | |
It gets a mind blowin situation one occupation get left | |
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin death | |
We' re jumpin 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 swingin, index finger exercisers | |
Clak, clak! cut ' em some slack fuck 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 thinkin of a master plan to lace your man | |
What make you think that you can fuck with billy danze | |
I' ll 44 ' em, flow ' em, blow ' em to show ' em | |
That we don' t give a fuck about that nigga we don' t know ' wm in the | |
illside of town where they, murder niggas, i' m from the... | |
Hook | |
Take ' em down | |
lil fame | |
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 drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers | |
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers | |
ghetto how we dealin with these savages the average is | |
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages | |
The characters that' s left still the same fellas | |
They still slingin heavy metal, aint nothing but the ghetto | |
But it' s like that, aint 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 shit 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 aint just fall into no grave | |
If i gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze | |
I' m fazed, whether it' s him or me goin down | |
No matter the repercussions m. o. p. hold it down in the... | |
Hook |
zuò qǔ : Elliott, Grinnage, Murray | |
Hook 4x: | |
In the illside of town where they... | |
Murder niggas | |
Get down for your crown | |
Murder, murder motherfuckers | |
billy danze | |
Ayo, handle ur bizness now you might not get the chance later | |
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your crater | |
In the, " ghetto" where trigga fingers usually itchin | |
Here is where i leave for war in the dump, like richie rich | |
It gets a mind blowin situation one occupation get left | |
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin death | |
We' re jumpin 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 swingin, index finger exercisers | |
Clak, clak! cut ' em some slack fuck 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 thinkin of a master plan to lace your man | |
What make you think that you can fuck with billy danze | |
I' ll 44 ' em, flow ' em, blow ' em to show ' em | |
That we don' t give a fuck about that nigga we don' t know ' wm in the | |
illside of town where they, murder niggas, i' m from the... | |
Hook | |
Take ' em down | |
lil fame | |
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 drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers | |
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers | |
ghetto how we dealin with these savages the average is | |
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages | |
The characters that' s left still the same fellas | |
They still slingin heavy metal, aint nothing but the ghetto | |
But it' s like that, aint 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 shit 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 aint just fall into no grave | |
If i gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze | |
I' m fazed, whether it' s him or me goin down | |
No matter the repercussions m. o. p. hold it down in the... | |
Hook |