Brownsville Girl

Don I in the ghetto

We know the hour of the guns

Well we are the scars of violence

Son, turn in your gun

Think my shit is too real for 'em

A young girl's killed by a stray bullet in Chicago

Same thing in Jamaica Queens right in front of

McDonald's

The ghetto's on fire, the pyro's nothin but sorrow

that's burnin inside the souls of the future kids of

tomorrow

We used to use hip-hop to teach us the way

For some reason these fuckin artists don't reach us

today

My lil' cousin got popped, he was slippin, he wasn't

totin

Plus was sippin too much of that vodka Puffy promotin

My mother died, niggaz was sendin me 'gnac

When it was ironic that shit was called Hennessy Black

Sippin that make a nigga wan' pick up a Mac

And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track

Said fuck that! Get Yafeu on the chat

Say Yaf', we gotta bring our community back

Bring the concept of havin black unity back

And come with the shit to get rid of that baffoonery

rap

That's soon to be looked at as lunacy, cartoonery crap

The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react

In fact, it's triple G's, now who runnin with me?

And I'ma rep until the pack of wolves come and get me

Uh-huh, uh, Sai, Sai

A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn

That's down where they got the coke pounds still cookin

The prostitutes lurkin, they still out here hookin

The booker's still feelin niggaz that's black and brown

lookin

This lil' girl one night, they gave her a burner right

Told her she wanna be down, she gotta earn them stripes

A adolescent that lack the lesson to learn in life

She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turn his light, out

That was the seventh shootin in less than a week

The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat

Checked it and see, it's funerals consecutively

It's the God and by the power invested in me

I'm tellin niggaz to chill and go easy on the gunplay

Besides, you gon' have to learn how to fight someday

Develop a warrior's spirit

Let your fists talk more than your lyrics and you'll

get no interference

Check, it's real wack, that blacks only kill blacks

I know that sound off the wall but it's real facts

I shot about eight people and they all black

I'm a dumb muh'fucker's what I call that