Brooklyn! uh, yeah! now, check this sh** out
Verse one: o.c.
Now check this motherf**ing capo right here
Mash out posse slash o.c. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam when its time to blast!
Big n***az that rap, we bout to get in your a**
We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
I'm naming names, f** it, it's on
I'm taking it back to some brooklyn sh**
With this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some n***az to hit
And if you ever think it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the east river with some bale-a** shoes
I ain't playin no more, i'm gonna bring it to your a** raw
I flipped the word around, n***a, this means war
Yo, f** that, brooklyn's on the map forever
To billy and fame, i hope you n***az down for whatever
With mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To brooklyn i give a 21-gun salute
(come on)
Chorus:
Flatbush *cut and scratched*
--crown heights-- "thought i'd remind y'all"
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (firing squad)
"thought i'd remind y'all" *scratching*
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(see i) thought i'd remind y'all"
?? *cut and scratched*
--east new york-- "thought i'd remind y'all"
Verse two: lil' fame
I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
Make em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole sh** swole
Up
This game ain't changed cause i became a rapping dude
I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(try to act rude) play the mascott
With your clown a** ways, these days, look what your a** got
Clap, shot the body, i'm keeping it real
That cartoon a** n***a thought he was king of the hill
That whole sh** was animation, immitation
When i shipped that a** on out, like immigration
Ways of emancipation, proclamation
Constitutional rights, the last generation
Your facin, m.o.p., o.g.'s
Flippin this track with o.c.
n***az know we, hold this sh** down for brooklyn, n***a!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, n***a!
Chorus
Verse three: billy danze
Hot damn! danze shot your head
Full cooperation, i'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(clap, clap!) you got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that i wrote like ???, we're taking on
Put the rest of that sh** in the bag
I would tear your a** to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
(here we go again!) you ain't known, i control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
(who that?) berkuance, soldier, i'm ill
*pause* i told ya, i'm real!
And i've been doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that i jettin my foes may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that n***az refuse to believe in
(life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(at 24-years old) my only goal is too keep breathing
*scratching* --brooklyn-- "thought i'd remind y'all"