Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
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Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
Can't tell that to a dingy old man
Who see a young n***a getting plently dough man
Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with that guy
Scene told you he keep it G
We can bang like the two chains on my neck
The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
The coupe's up take the new Lame for a sec
12" up, new cane in the deck n***a
Right now with a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the uzi
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They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain
You heard about it 'cause she running her mouth
She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he want to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
f** around and feel the fury of a high n***a
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky n***a
I got the illest of the ill mentality, n***as be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your j**els
A n***a front, throw the gat to the fool
Necks wanna move but's getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto ba*tard
As I release masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your a**, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time believing
I mark with d**h, hard to k** like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance playing lotto
What you want n***a?
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Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
b**h raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross
n***as fire then drop sh** like the purest of powder
That's why most of these n***as little song be sounding like ours
Couple years ago, n***as probably thought I was dying
Now same n***as are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
How the f** any of you n***as think you feeling my spot
Why you n***as getting mad at us, we sh** on your floors
All in your house n***a, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach
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Uhhh, uhhh
Fox then B.I.G.
Who f**ing with Fox, who want it with I
Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my Joan Fross sh** on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this b**h
Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds spur k** 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
'Cause that n***as lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My n***a Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same since h*mo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, f**ing 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns squeezing the lhama
Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa
Run for your gun you s**ers
B.I.G. I'm a get them motherf**ers
Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie
In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherf**er quit running your mouth
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What you really want from a n***a?...