Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
  Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
  Them streets look - Full to ya!
  Villains look - Poor to ya!
  Them niggas'll - Slaughter ya!
  For your goose Nautica
  You got jewels? Stash 'em son
  Cause there's a thousand niggas broke
  And we all got guns!
  And you know what that means
  Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine
  Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
  With your ___ on your hip
  Ready to flip
  Whenever you empty your clip, dip
  And get the fuck up out of Dodge
  That's if you know what's up kid
  Niggas is getting Mandela time
  Plus the crackers is corrupted
  But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
  That was drug associated since the 70's, word
  It's kinda skeptic
  Living these crazy ways unprotected
  Every day is a jam
  So expect the unexpected
  Crime time!
  1-718 Brownsville, Brooklyn
  The housing property be getting tooken
  So we're intended
  Be under pressure getting blackmailed
  Villains using their dealings
  Making killings off of crack sales
  The theme song of murder
  Nobody's kidding,
  These fools are forbidden
  Automatics just be spittin'
  And devastating, and profound
  You get lumped up soon as you jump up
  Or get gunned down in Brownsville
  
  
  Young bucks got guns
  (Now that's a damn shame)
  Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
  _____ toting in cases hard to believe
  The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
  Beyond twin chrome and farmers
  Nigga it's Billy Danze
  And when I'm double clutching my hands
  Them fuckers won't jam
  So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
  It's the land of the drama lord
  And the home of the fucking brave
  It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus
  We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
  It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
  To calm down whoever
  Duke, I move clever
  I must keep it stepping, hops
  When shit be getting' hot
  I step and bop
  While I stroll with my weapon cocked
  The hill that's real, we kill at will
  Clack Clack! Clack Clack!
  Clack Clack! Clack Clack!
  Mad guns in your grill
  In the 'Ville
  
  Brownsville! (Yeah)
  Killings here only bring retaliation
  No crying
  See dying's an everyday thing
  Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
  I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds
  You know the deal
  In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
  Keep cash in your stash
  In case you gotta be Swayze
  For twisting a nigga cap back
  That's that work of M.O.P.
  Who we be? Firing squad of 11233
  Clack Clack!
  Whole clips in your back
  That's thug style
  Turning a small section of Brooklyn
  Into the OK Corral
  Now, news flash
  Razorfied lead
  One grazed Ted
  Two paralyzed
  Three dead
  Gunmen fled the scenery
  With heavy automatic machinery
  Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
  And yo it seems to be
  Ill nigga
  Kill or be killed
  In the 'Ville nigga
  All up and down Mother Gaston
  They blasting steel
  Blow your stacks and chips
  In AC's with rims
  We be living good
  With a MAC and black Tims
  Keep this in mind
  And they might not find you in the river
  With the next guy
  That fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga