All I wanted to do was rhyme nigga
You know say mic check 1-2-1-2-1-2
Turn my mic up, check one two
And the rest of that old punk shit
Motherfuckers just ain't care
Like I ain't, like I ain't really 'bout this shit
C'mon. I'mma start off calm for these motherfuckers
Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck
About a killin cause I'm still in effect when you're illin
Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck
About a killin cause I'm still in effect when you're illin
(C'MON! HO, HO, HO)
Check check, yo yo...
Uhh, uhh, get it...
It's a big boy game bitch and I'm diesel, it gets lethal
It's Lil' Fame a/k/a Clarence the 5th Beatle
I'm kosher, my paradigm is Hebrew
It's +Common Sense+ dawg, I do it for +The People+
They don't wanna rap in the session, with slap in the session
That's like standin by Yasser Arafat in the session
And the outcome is critical, no jokin
Smoked with 4-5's but the sign said no smokin
Okay I see 'em
(lining up, lining up) assemble your crew
If he sharp
(sign him up, sign him up) back to do what we do
So for you
(time is up, time is up) we, the legendary M.O.P
(Define what's up) we, keep it crunk
(WE)
Could give a fuck
(I SEE) your mouth bigger than your gun
And your heart
(it ain't your role) you ain't playin your part
Lil' nigga be smart, or get a hole pushed through
The back of your tatters for thinkin that I'm average or soft
Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck
About a killin cause I'm still in effect when you're illin
Yo I'm a Brownsvillain, chillin and I don't give a fuck
About a killin cause I'm still in effect when you're illin
Check check, yo yo...
Uhh, uhh, get it...
Writer(s): J. Grinnage, D. Lamb, E.murry
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