young m.a - brooklyn (chiraq freestyle) lyrics
[intro: young m.a]
aw man, the squad is here
redlyfe pain gang
you already know i’m happy everybody did they chiraq
now the squad ’bout to get on this sh-t
and straight murder everything brooklyn style
you already know n-gga
it’s young m.a, remember that n-gga
[verse 1: young m.a]
my squad is a bunch of n-ggas with no manners
we hold hammers
better duck when that gun flash, no cameras
no jammin’, my gun blammin’
your bullets flying but not landing
god d-mnit, my hands cramping
this big cannon do big damage
heat on my side, my hip tanning
my n-gga danger keep the grip near him
they shot my n-gga like 5 times but he’s still alive and he’s still standing
b.i.p to my big bro from 88 to 09
i swear to god it would be problems if that n-gga was still alive
tell these n-ggas don’t f-ck with me
i’m not in the right state of mind
put the desert eagle to his forehead and make the n-gga have a change of mind
stop talking that tough sh-t cause you dyk- b-tches ain’t bout that
heard n-ggas out here rattin’ so i had to set up my mouse traps
blow a stack and i bounce back
hit me up for that loud pack
got shishkaberry, got cookie kush
got white widow, a whole pound of that
f-ck a squad, i’m three deep
you got 10 n-ggas that’s 10 sheep
plus these p-ssy n-ggas don’t want beef
cause they all chicken, 10 piece
i’m in crown heights, i’m in bed-stuy
i’m in brownsville, i’m in c.i
i’m in east new york where them things bump
if a n-gga die we don’t talk, shh
that’s brooklyn n-gga
them tec-9s’ll cook a n-gga
turn his brains into pudding n-gga
i’m not a k!ller but don’t push a n-gga
i swear to god i will pull it n-gga
middle finger to them lookin’ n-ggas
you say you got shooters on the roof
well i got shooters in the bushes n-gga
never ever been a p-ssy type
but i know a lot of p-ssy dyk-s
your sh-t’s trash, you can’t rap
and the engineer should’ve took your mic
you ain’t a thug, you the mushy type
fall in love and be hooked for life
you the type that’ll k!ll your b-tch
if she tried to leave and get booked for life
i’m really a calm n-gga but the n-ggas round me is really rowdy
i’m the type if i don’t f-ck with you
don’t come near me, don’t come around me
this loud pack that we smokin’ on
got the whole car lookin’ really cloudy
i’m riding ’round in that white chevy but my next whip is that black audi
it’s brooklyn n-gga, that’s king’s county
n-ggas hate, don’t know a thing about me
only real n-ggas i bring around me
f-ck your foriegns, i rock jordans
with a tank top and a jesus piece
that flashy sh-t you n-ggas wearing really don’t mean sh-t to me
i got young boys that’ll rob you
for your acs and credit cards too
with that 380 it ain’t hard to
so cooperate or they sparkin’ you
i was born alone, i’ma die alone
f-ck friends i don’t need any
i love money, i get money
i got money and i got plenty
mr hayes, when they let you out
i’m right there with them weapons out
you a fake blood, a disloyal n-gga
and they gone have to bring them stretchers out
cause i’m not playing
20 shots, p-ssy clot to your chest n-gga
you k!lled my brother now you rest n-gga
naw, f-ck that, i got more to say
i know these hoes ain’t loyal
motherf-cker i wasn’t born today
f-ck m.o.b, i’m m.o.e
i’m just tryna grind and duck the ds
i told n-ggas i don’t gang bang but for my bro i throw up them bs
it’s pain gang, redlyfe
don’t f-ck with them and don’t f-ck with me
this is brooklyn n-gga, what the f-ck you mean?
[verse 2: rell]
i was kicked out with my sh-t out
but i been out with my pen out
the paper here when i dish out
i got a thick snout when that fish out
i want the money, cars, got the hoes
but that skrilla all on my search route
no growth spurts but my money sprout
got a bad b-tch with a fat -ss
when she twerk out that’s a workout
but the first scout, i done p-ssed out
with her -ss out and my cash out
she opened up and i splashed out
i done broke the [?], bring a cask’ out
i’m the best in it and the last out
i’m the last out and the best in it
y’all hiding n-ggas bring the mask out
y’all garbage n-ggas keep the trash out
if you talkin’ sh-t you better watch your mouth
cause your snot box will get busted out
i don’t talk ’bout it, i walk it out
i’m 19 and my stance strong
my money green and my pen lean
i’m a d-mn fiend for this d-mn green
hit the d-mn scene with the fam, homies, and the d-mn team
i been here and i been there
her p-ssy wet, no swimwear
but i’m in there with my army gear
can’t trust hoes, don’t trust n-ggas
just trust yourself and your f-cking figures
i did this and i did that
her p-ssy fat, i did that and i did this
and i’m all about my business
and there ain’t no compet-tion, i’m vicious
in the booth i put a n-gga on the hit list
dear god can i get a witness?
i slayed that and i slaughtered this
cause i’m a motherf-cking menace n-gga
i’m 19, when that light green
she might scream for that pipe me
these light bars for that ripe cheese
homies got bars for that hype fees
i got loud, come holler at me
etcetera, some og
a quick talk for that qp
and i’m out the sky with a blue dream
brooklyn where i reside at
money all in that sty rack
a couple n-ggas that’s ot
if you can’t handle, they’ll fly back
studio, and i’m on beats
no time for me to get sidetracked
in the booth steady going skytzo
i’m working hits with my mind strap
can’t stop me then f-ck with me
or follow up, get in line scr-p
f-ck you and who you f-ck with
this money here, this paper fat
gotta grind so i’m a go-getter
n-ggas fake and i’m so realer
beat war and i’m a gorilla
mj and i’m so thriller
can’t f-ck with me, i’m that n-gga
you typing scared, n-gga that figures
i can take your thot, i bring back figures
flipping musically with a couple hitters
that’s [immune?] to get it with a crip triggers
gotta hit a n-gga, backflip a n-gga
pistol whip a b-tch and ziplock a n-gga
go k!ll a n-gga when he feeling froggish
throw me a beat and i’m getting on it
and i’m getting on it and i’m sh-tting on it
a bad b-tch in my radar, i’m murking it, then i’m dipping on it
in the booth spitting and i’m k!lling on it
and i’m living on it
pay attention b-tch cause my d-ck enormous
and they looking gorgeous and they getting on it
and they only want me cause a n-gga ballin’
[verse 3: la montana]
it’s redlyfe, man it’s redlyfe
man it’s redlyfe, ain’t no joke
rollin’ with so many blue 30’s n-gga would’ve thought i was loc
call my patria up, said i’m heavy up, man a n-gga need that c0ke
’cause my boaty n-ggas wade, and my russians need that dope
stay with that four-five for n-ggas thinking i’m chucha
yeah kiate la boca ‘fore i hit ’em when i drove by
[?] any n-gga approach la, you know why ’cause they no lie
if you know la, i don’t lie
if i say so you gon’ die
i done shipped more n-ggas than a boat ride
done pimped more b-tches than don juan
i’m pimping right now while the song’s on
my b-tches don’t play, them 30’s on
my n-ggas don’t play, our arm is long
feeling like jordan n-gga, this our song
23 hour shifts all night long
y’all regular n-ggas act like shones
that 40 cal gon’ take him away
like a landlord i put him in place
n-gga dead from a pole off the waist
seperate his head from the front of his face
take his legs, turn them under his waist
b-tch -ss feds tryna build a case
lookin’ -ss n-ggas, i’ll give ’em dna
i f-ck your wife and i nut in your face
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