[Intro]
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Ah here we go, here we go
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I gotta go (ahahahaha)
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Ehh, you motherf***ers (arhd)
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Ehh, I just gotta dig on
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Play my track
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Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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[Teflon]
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Aha
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City All
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Yeah (oww)
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4 life
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Life, uh
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[Chorus: Teflon]
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Ayo, it's all live nigga
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But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga
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But it's all tight (gimme that!)
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Where you from nigga? (that's right)
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Make it real clear (clear!)
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The ville (ville!) (that's right)
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Here (Hell yeah!)
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We still here
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[Teflon]
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Another year scratchin'
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But this time around, Loud that got down with the action
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Nigga, y'all know what's happenin'
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We full grown nigga
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What you call Hell, we call home
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So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga
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Hostile takeover, still got the camp time
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Lock and let this deal pop
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I..take your place soldier
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Nine years frontin', been a long time comin'
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And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins
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I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya
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And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya
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(Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours
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Get raw, get pissed off
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We trained them up to the big door
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Train hard to get your cabin twist off
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This tough law baby
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But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy
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On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby
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It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too
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Welcome to Brownsville
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[Chorus with variations]
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[Lil Fame]
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Whatever, whatever nigga
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I grip it, cock it
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Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run
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Hear the flood come now!
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You niggaz just called amnesia
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I should grap this bat and beat your ass into a seizure
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[Teflon]
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Let 'em know who's real son
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This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
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M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right
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[Lil Fame]
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Heat up your chest and mind
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Show your people flesh and blood
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When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!)
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I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon
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Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches
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We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill
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Ain't nothin' worse I spit it
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Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!)
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I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E
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What the fuck you gon' tell me?
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This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built
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And some of the illest killaz was killed
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[Chorus w/ variations]
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[Billy Danze]
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Nigga, you witcha man the Danze now!
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(SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed?
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You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms
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And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me
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It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!)
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Some of the world's illest niggaz
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Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win
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All intention to sin
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It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!)
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Whoa Flip, he's just playin'
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It's time for you's the man
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Don't understand what he is sayin'
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Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it
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Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted
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Ready to smoke crack (THE OL' BK WAY!)
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We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day
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Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it
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I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back
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[Chorus w/ variations] 2x
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Hahahaha
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Arhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)
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Hahahaha (Shhhhhhhhhhhh)
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Hahaha
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Nigga! (ow!)
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Welcome to Brownsville
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M.O.P. |