Brownsville Girl Lyrics
Don I am in the ghetto, we know the horror of the guns
Where we are the scars of violence
Son, turn in your gun
Think my shit is too real for them
A young girl's killed by a stray bullet in Chicago
Same thing in Jamaica, Queens, right in front of McDonalds
The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro's nothing but sorrow
That's burning inside the soul of the future kids of tomorrow
We used to use hip hop to teach us the way
For some reason these fucking artists don’t reach us today
My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn’t toting
Plus was sipping too much of that vodka Puffy promoting
My mother died, niggas was sending me yak
But it was ironic, that shit was called Hennessy Black
Sipping that, make a nigga wanna pick up a MAC
And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track
Say fuck that, get [?] on the jack
Say [?] we gotta bring our community back
Bring the concept of having black unity back
To come with this shit to get rid of that buffoonery rap
That soon to be looked at as lunacy, cartoonery crap
The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react
Fact, it’s triple g’s now who running with me
And I’ma rep it til the peckerwoods come and get me
A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn
That's down where they got them coke pounds still cooking
The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking
The bookings still filling niggas that's black and brown looking
This little girl one night they gave her a burner, right
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Told her she wanna be down she gotta earn her stripes
A adolescent that lacked the lesson to learn in life
She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turned his lights, out
That was the 7th shooting in less than a week
The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat
Check it and see, funerals consecutively
It’s the god, and by the power invested in me
I’m telling niggas to chill, and go easy on the gun play
Besides, you gonna have to learn how to fight someday
Develop a warrior spirit, let your fist talk more than your lyrics
And you'll get no inteference
Check, it’s real wack, that blacks only kill blacks
I know that sound off the wall but it’s real fact
I shot about 8 people and they all black
I’m a dumb motherfucker’s what I call that
