Saigon

Saigon - Brownsville Girl lyrics

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Don I am in the ghetto, we know the power of the guns

We are the scars of violence

Son, turn in your guns

Think my shit is too real for them

A young girl killed by a straight bullet in Chicago

Same thing in Jamaica queens, right in front of McDonalds

The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro is nothing but sorrow

It’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 taught in

Plus was sipping too much of that vodka puffy promoted

My mama died, niggas was sending me yak

It was ironic, that shit was called hennesy black

Sipping that, make a nigga go and pick up a mac

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

Say fuck that, …for you on a check

Say…we gotta bring our community back

Bring the guns…black, unity back

To come with this shit to get rid of that buffoonery rap

That soon to be looked 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’m rep until the pack of wolves come and get me

A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville Brooklyn

As down where they got them coke pounds still cooking

The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking

The booker still feeling niggas was black and brown looking

This little girl one night they gave her a burner right

Told her she wanna be gang she gotta earn the stripes

Her adolescent didact a lesson to learn in life

She shoots a kid in the back ,pow, turns his life, ah

That was the 7th shooting in less than a week

The reason I feel is what I should’ve addressed in this beat

Check them receipts, 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…

Check, it’s real whack, 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.

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