| Don I am in the ghetto, we know the horror of the guns
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| Where we are the scars of violence
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| Son, turn in your gun
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| Think my shit is too real for them
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| A young girl’s killed by a stray bullet in Chicago
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| Same thing in Jamaica, Queens, right in front of McDonalds
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| The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro’s nothing but sorrow
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| That’s burning inside the soul of the future kids of tomorrow
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| We used to use hip hop to teach us the way
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| For some reason these fucking artists don’t reach us today
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| My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn’t toting
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| Plus was sipping too much of that vodka Puffy promoting
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| My mother died, niggas was sending me yak
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| But it was ironic, that shit was called Hennessy Black
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| Sipping that, make a nigga wanna pick up a MAC
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| And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track
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| Say fuck that, get on the jack
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| Say we gotta bring our community back
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| Bring the concept of having black unity back
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| To come with this shit to get rid of that buffoonery rap
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| That soon to be looked at as lunacy, cartoonery crap
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| The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react
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| Fact, it’s triple g’s now who running with me
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| And I’ma rep it til the peckerwoods come and get me
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| A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn
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| That’s down where they got them coke pounds still cooking
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| The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking
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| The bookings still filling niggas that’s black and brown looking
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| 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
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| A adolescent that lacked the lesson to learn in life
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| She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turned his lights, out
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| That was the 7th shooting in less than a week
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| The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat
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| Check it and see, funerals consecutively
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| It’s the god, and by the power invested in me
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| I’m telling niggas to chill, and go easy on the gun play
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| Besides, you gonna have to learn how to fight someday
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| Develop a warrior spirit, let your fist talk more than your lyrics
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| And you’ll get no inteference
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| Check, it’s real wack, that blacks only kill blacks
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| I know that sound off the wall but it’s real fact
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| I shot about 8 people and they all black
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| I’m a dumb motherfucker’s what I call that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brownsville Girl, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2 Bread and Circuses, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп