Hook 4x: In the illside of town where they... Murder n***as Get down for your crown Murder, murder motherf**ers [billy danze] Ayo, handle ur bizness now [you might not get the chance later] Some kinda way every day the pa**ion 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 n***as feel they facin d**h 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 n***as 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] f** 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 f** with billy danze I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em That we don't give a f** about that n***a we don't know 'wm in the [illside of town where they, murder n***as, 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 k**, for brownsville You know my face i'm from the place wit two pounds And trey pounds, and four pounds k**, for brownsville You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers Young b**hes wit attitudes pushing baby strollers [ghetto how] we dealin with these savages the average is Deceased or in jail for splittin n***as 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 j**els 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 sh** that your moms always warned you from See she won't understand that it's in the environment That's why these trigga happy n***as 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