Artist: Timbo King f/ Flash
Album:  n/a
Song:   Brownsville
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Chorus: Flash]
Yo, I'm from Brownsville, home of the brave
Where bitch niggas get shot in the face
Yo, I'm from Brownsville, home of the brave
Watch your words or you might get shot
Yo, I'm from Brownsville, home of the brave
You don't like what I say, get the fuck out the way
Yo, I'm from Brownsville, home of the brave
Watch your words or you might get shot

[Flash]
Yo, I'm from Brownsville, where you get more than grazed
Home of Iron Mike, M.O.P., Smoothe and Kane
Rockaway your new lots, spicking locks and crack spots
The realest niggas don't walk down our back plots
The block's hot, and still live, stuck in the '80's
Walk wit the heat, everywhere we go
Running wit us, or run from us, you don't know
Gun fights in broad day, that's the M.O.
Niggas get popped and don't talk about it
Two five in the temple, we don't walk without it
P felons, king serving, plump seven
A quick with hollow tips, that'll rip through your melon
I jolly stomp you, now or later, shit ain't sweet
I'm from Brownsville, we all can eat
Mob the streets, forty deep, scheeming on vicks
One false move and we dumping the clip

[Chorus]

[Timbo King]
Aiyo, blackout, the mack's out, I burn your track out
Bitches, I play your back out, we pop that
Shells clap out, gun die, I'll make you sniff gunpowder
Off the cliff, hear you holla, stop playing
Things fire back, shoot up your whip, shoot up your crib
The penalty is death, ya'll niggas can't live
Fuck 'em, talk to black 'em out, guns clapping loud
Yeah, yeah, grown man style, my sonny slap a child
Awful, same cats on the ave., cost you
Hat piece fitted, and them black trucks tinted
Gat in the steering wheel, on some Jonathan Hart
No blood pumping for you, your body or heart
You start something, better finish now, running with the illest crowd
The tech squeeze off, niggas gonna feel it now
The tech squeeze off, niggas gonna feel it now

[Chorus]