Shit, cuz life is too short, and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people in slaughter
Last year alone, in the dead zone
Walk straight, but don't walk late
Cuz I'm coming with a hate, only made for what it made me
Cuz nobody ever played me
Now it's only getting worse
Buckshot face in the land of the grace
Kicking you in your face
We be doing it up crooklin' style
What does it take to get you out?
My mentality is get me killer, killer
Instinct is trying to infiltrate, but wait
I know you want to end the blood, I can't let you end
My mind states the matters, I'm gone with the wits
Because it is survival of the fittest
When the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand
We're black men with a permanent tan
I'm from the building of a brand, tan
I'm feeling another part of reality
It's when I represent the FAB
Straight from the building, when you play the building
I mean it really, when I say I'll make you feelin' for my sight
I'm sittin' in the bucket pipe, original extract
Represent the Brooklyn all night
Do what I'm sayin' as you and I
Ring the bell so we can get your stone-like family sly
You can see I in the bush
Mighty machine ruckin' the rock, givin' the wood
We do it like that and now we do it like this
We do it like that and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension of your arms
That little type of charm that makes all the homeboys warm
Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can
Move with the goose, move like Egypt and
Who is the man, that kid there?
Who is the chick with the pic in her hair?
Angela or Davis and we roll like avian in a car
Kid, there you are, you know where to find me
Whenever you need me, if you know the I
Follow the path to the land of the I
Come back but don't follow it in the midst
Crazy ass Brooklyn kids
Cause they always know when the body on my lawn
In a rocky swallow, we're not a collar
Get off my block before you give me a dime
Or a drop or get blown up like a bubble
Now let's take a second, take it back
The air up in the air I never know
But look where what's up makes the curtain flow
On a journey up a crown height, every spill
Feel the real, the real, all your life
Strike individuals, live in the PJs
You can check my DJ, hey, play
What I wanna play in the day, but in the night
I feel the right, took the left buck town Brooklyn
Break it down, every state state
Travel as the unravel the rake
How it taps back and stutter
I remember way back in the days
Playing hot piece of butter, brother
If you want another lesson, Brooklyn
Session, take it back, black strip the rest
Press your luck, you get stuck by buck
Throw your box, master ace
And you hate the ducks, the ducks are
So tell Lord Digger, dig a grave for the bones
To hit the stone while I kick some ancient bones
Through your domes, act went back to attack the moon
The tips, can I flip?
Yes, you can
I'm in the world war with Muhammad, my man
Feels so good to be a Brooklyn dodger
What's happening? Do we run a dodger?
I think I've seen a map in Timberlands
And running down the block on the rain
And the rain has rocked, cause he be selling rock
For the Boston family
And Rubik's in a glass of three hundred ease
And he be pimping kissy from three's company
Plus he's stuck to Mr. G, but only to the reed
This is the step in these things from the days
When kids sit and act so crazed
Cause Brooklyn
Brooklyn
We're dead and done with Brooklyn
Now we're taking shots cause Brooklyn is the bomb
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
I
Cookies!
The eyes like true lies fillin' the screen
Let's bring back the coat for the cream
What else? Your life is on the shelf
We mean this right, the cats we fuckin' with
The bombs in your mom's class tent
Let's get this money, baby
They say we bleep the shade
So something like ladies are burnin' the 30s
The 80s, they make love to kill our babies
And that's all out, I got cash to blow the wall out
Clear the mall out, fuck the wall out
Work and stretch, I bet they pussy
The 7-digits, piss me off, fuckin' real
Killin' the deal, I died a hundred percent
Fourteen, five a piece
Enough to cop a six
Buy the house, you wanna bitch
Supply the people, jeez, bring the peace
The bitch, everybody to get the cream
No one can sit in the niche
Think about it now, that's damn it
1.5, I kill them all, I'm sick for life
Fresh bed and kitchen, these motherfuckers
Catch me, let me get you
Get out of here, get paid
Extra problem, fuck around me
I'm the boss, promise you won't rob
I'm a promise, but of course you know
Niggas got to die, if I go
They got to go, niggas got to die
Let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die, cause the soil up in the
Scrolls, got your body on the bridge
D-brace me a little kiss
Niggas got to die, if I go
They got to go, niggas got to die
Let a hundred shots float, niggas got to die
Cause the soil up in the scrolls
Got your body on the bridge
D-brace me a little kiss
Up in the lag, two Spanish, one Arab
Laying on the bed, lookin' like a trash
Had the pillow cuff, lookin' at me
A frame, a grill was rough
Whatever things you rob, you do what's up
But that's the business, I'm back to the city
This boy, we can kids with business
Doing sign languages, twitching noses
Acts of where the money at
Yo, where the coke at, poppin'
We can do this all day, yo, y'all broke back
I pulled out, one of my thunk soldiers
Been snuck up on him, put the tool up
In the smile fork, I'm up in the bridge
Big boom, but they grabbed the kid
Had the shotty on my behind
Baby, yo, they took me to the cap
Started up the chainsaw, yo
You want some, but see your brains on the floor
That's the 60, 70 mask, man
Came in last, yo
All I heard was Frank, Lexi, get the roll
Niggas got to die, if I go
They got to go, niggas got to die
Let a hundred shots float, niggas got to die
Cause the soil up in the scrolls
Got your body on the bridge
D-brace me a little kiss
If I go, they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die, cause
The soil up in the scrolls
Got your body on the bridge
D-brace me a little kiss
Believe my faith, besser
If you hold on to write a mountain cheese
I might rush this spot
I'm early in the morning
ati the door, and wait for the phone
I'm crawling, just to me for the stalling
And all I see is vile songs
It's about a line, either, I give up the party
Girl, the side of the vile line
Invest big, it's too address, niggas fuck
Got a safe at home, more notes than cortex
Sing as my work is full train
Shove them up like homemade tennis
When it comes to cutting that coat
Who got the best trimming?
That's what says a hand in brim's niggas
Respect winners
I got them big spindies
Coming through the alley
Competition
We knock them out the box
Power plate
Still droppin' in verse
On the D.I.P
You might be going for the legacy
It's B.I.G.
Niggas
I got the ball
It's the D.I.P
One, two, three
Slash
When I hit you up I'm from B.A.G.A.
Sun
Chill off in your crib and have a thing
Probably make me stank a sun
Girl you like my bottom, yeah
Puck my bill, fake it my lawyer
Play your position with the mother
Hold it out of order
When you wanna give me that pussy
You purchase a plane ticket
You run around now but I musta down it
But just like the flames did it
Got a dick wit'
My dick's mirror lifted
Basically you've just been played
With me, she playing me
I'm on some pinch, you come real
It's 2 a.m. close, we're about to close up
Coming through my contacts
About to call one of my hoes
Then I met you in game
And followed you to the breakfast spot
Puck you like I married you
That night I took my baby
She ain't like you got the chevrolet top
Jumpin' switchin' up position
Thought this shit would never stop
Motherfucker in a mission game
So long, we gon' be in battle
You keepin' with pistols under my pillow
Wraithin' bake, she up neck position
I'm sick, I'm bitter
I keep that dozen nightin' Friday morning
After worship, don't have time to take that box
Just take this dick, don't take it personal
Your friend probably don't call you the homie
But you shippin' on
When bitches wanna grip on the same dick
You be sittin' on
And your girl Monique, she be hittin' me
With her nigga, wanna try that black solution
Proceed with nothin' to pick his own
Get done and go ask some kids
But I look that ass and busy
Take it in that hip that wish I could say
If it's not severe
Like I said on the banana
Feelin' feelin' that pussy
Y'all need to be spendin'
I'm kinda scared of gettin' that pussy
And she got the seven every Friday
Put the deuces at her, baby, daddy
As I pull the fuck up the dry way from Rih
Here we go again
Back in your pussy, we gon' play a show
Ain't it fun to judge how life is through the chain?
