Fizzy Womack - Welcome to Brownsville lyrics

[Intro] Ah here we go, here we go I gotta go (ahahahaha) Ehh, you motherf**ers (arhd) Ehh, I just gotta dig on Play my track Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [Teflon] Aha City All Yeah (oww) 4 life Life, uh [Hook: Teflon] Ayo, it's all live n***a But it's alright, one five fo' five n***a But it's all tight (gimme that!) Where you from n***a? (that's right) Make it real clear (clear!) The ville (ville!) (that's right) The hill (Hell yeah!) We still here [Teflon] Another year scratchin' But this time around, Loud that got down with the action n***a, y'all know what's happenin' We full grown n***a What you call Hell, we call home So pack your f**in' bags and move on n***a Hostile takeover, still got the hill top Lock and let this steel pop I... take your place soldier Nine years runnin', been a long time comin' And you can bet your sweet a** I'm comin' for all mine cousin I'm a Brownsville slugger where the pounds will slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained to muzzle the big dogs Train hard or get your cabbage twist off This tough love baby But you still got to learn how to bust slugs crazy On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is essential Welcome to Brownsville [Hook with variations] [Lil Fame] Whatever, whatever n***a I grip it, co*k it Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run Hear the flood come now! You n***as just caught amnesia I should grap this f**in' bat and beat your a** into a seizure [Teflon] Let 'em know it's/what's real son This ain't no luggage tight trippin' M.O.P. first fam, slip the clip in [Lil Fame] Heat up your chest and mind Show your people flesh and blood When I join the gun orgie with this forty S and dub (OHH!) I put it down with my n***as from the dungeon Since the days of pigeon coups, Kelly courts and free lunches We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill And every verse I spitted b**h I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the f** you gon' tell me? This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built And some of the illest k**az was k**ed [Hook w/ variations] [Billy Danze] n***a, you f**in' witcha man the Danze now! (SHOULD THEY BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed? You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't entice me It's the RETURN of the realest n***as M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!) Some of the world's most illest n***as Guerilla n***as with all intention to win All intention to sin It's on and poppin' again n***a (Man, f** M.O.P!) Whoa Flip, he just playin' It's obvious the man don't understand what he's sayin' Maybe he don't see Manna & P-Loc over there postin' Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back and double-toastin Ready to smoke sh** (THE OL' BK WAY!) We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it I fill your face full of lead and knock holes through the back of your head [Hook w/ variations] 2x Hahahaha Arhhhhhhhhhhh (n***a!) Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh) Hahaha n***a! (ow!)