Illside of Town (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Written by：J. Grinnage/E. Murry/L. Elliott

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

Ayo Handle UR Bizness now you might not get the chance later

Some kinda way every day the passion for busting your crater

In the ghetto where trigga fingers usually itching

Here is where I leave for war in the dump like Richie Rich

It gets a mind blowing situation one occupation get left

New occupation still my niggas feel they facing death

We're jumping 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 niggas wit size

Whet up the wildest survive

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest

Downtown swinging index finger exercisers

Clak clak cut 'em some slack f**k 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 thinking of a master plan to lace your man

What make you think that you can f**k with Billy Danze

I'll 44 'em flow 'em blow 'em to show 'em

That we don't give a f**k about that

Ni**a we don't know we're in the

Illside of town where they murder niggas I'm from the

Illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

Take 'em down

You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds

And trey pounds and four pounds kill for Brownsville

You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds

And trey pounds and four pounds kill for Brownsville

You got ** dealers gun holders street rollers

Young b**ches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers

Ghetto how we dealing with these savages the average is

Deceased or in jail for splitting niggas cabbages

The characters that's left still the same fellas

They still slinging heavy metal ain't nothing but the ghetto

But it's like that ain't 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 jewels 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*t that your moms always warned you from

See she won't understand that it's in the environment

That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing

I ain't just fall into no grave

If I gotta get bodied it gotta be going out in a blaze

I'm fazed whether it's him or me going down

No matter the repercussions M.O.P. hold it down in the

Illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers

In the illside of town where they

Murder niggas

Get down for your crown

Murder murder motherf**kers