[Intro: O.G Bu-Bang]
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy
Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy
Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy
Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy (Uh)
(Come on)
Muthafu...fuckin' M.O.P

[Verse 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
Brownsville, the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down, body counts only rising
Them streets look raw to ya!
Villains look poor to ya!
Them n***as'll slaughter ya!
For your goose Nautica
You got jewels? Stash 'em son
'Cause there's a thousand n***as broke
And we all got guns!
And you know what that means
N***as be open like they smoking caffeine
Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
With your ifth 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
N***as 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 chance, 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, it's Brownsville
[Verse 2: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Young punks got guns (Now that's a damn shame)
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
Tef and Bo was toting, in case it's hard to believe
The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
Beyond twin chrome revolvers
N***a it's Billy Danze
And when I'm double clutching my hands, them fuckers won't jam
(So my man) If you're 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 tote tecs 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 gettin' 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

[Verse 3: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)]
Brownsville! (Yeah)
Killings here, only bring retaliation
No crying, see dying's an everyday thing
(Swing) 25 n***as 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 n***a 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 head, two paralyzed, three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery, with heavy automatic machinery
(N***as ain't got nothing to lose) And yo, it seems to be
Ill n***a, kill or be killed in the 'Ville n***a
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 Timbs
Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river with the (next guy)
That fly shit that Brownsville deliver, n***a
[Outro]
Brooklyn, where it happened at, n***a
Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy
Brooklyn, where it happened at, n***a
I represent the 1-5-4-fuckin'-5
Muthafuckin' M.O.P., booooyyy
Home where it's definitely hectic