Shuko - Brownsville Girl lyrics

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Shuko - Brownsville Girl lyrics

Don I am in the ghetto, we know the horror of the guns Where we are the scars of violence Son, turn in your gun Think my sh** is too real for them A young girl's k**ed by a stray bullet in Chicago Same thing in Jamaica, Queens, right in front of McDonalds The ghetto's on fire, the pyro's nothing but sorrow That'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 f**ing artists don't reach us today My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn't toting Plus was sipping too much of that vodka Puffy promoting My mother died, n***as was sending me yak But it was ironic, that sh** was called Hennessy Black Sipping that, make a n***a wanna pick up a MAC And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track Say f** that, get [?] on the jack Say [?] we gotta bring our community back Bring the concept of having black unity back To come with this sh** to get rid of that buffoonery rap That soon to be looked at 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'ma rep it til the peckerwoods come and get me A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn That's down where they got them coke pounds still cooking The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking The bookings still filling n***as that's black and brown looking This little girl one night they gave her a burner, right Told her she wanna be down she gotta earn her stripes A adolescent that lacked the lesson to learn in life She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turned his lights, out That was the 7th shooting in less than a week The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat Check it and see, funerals consecutively It's the god, and by the power invested in me I'm telling n***as 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 And you'll get no inteference Check, it's real wack, that blacks only k** 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 motherf**er's what I call that