[Intro:]
Ayo New York City, don't worry I got us
Troy Ave and B$B is that brand you can believe in
East Coast n***a, Anti weirdo chuck sh**
We representing the streets (PowederRRR)
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Rappers want features but that ain't no swap n***a
Pay me motherf**er I'm about my guap
I'm the talk of the city, New Yorks savior
My little brother can buy no jordans with favors
I'm blowin up, Flex droppin bombs to this
We ain't the same n***a you live with ya moms and sh**
My b**hes like bags and sh**, sometimes I buy the sh**
But I don't be mad I stuff that thing high with bricks
That's the only way the only way they carry off I just get my blow off
Heavy white base, dope runnin marathon
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Leader of the race, keep up with my pace
Look Weezy in the eye get Cash money in ya face
n***as is basic I'm more complex
I could hear ya rhymes, figure out what comes next
I'm really living mines tryna figure out what comes next
That freshman cover, a major deal, jail or d**h
[Hook:]
Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
This that Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
This that Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
Mercedes Benz, good watch sitting above them all
How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
f** it, tears of joy in a bucket
On the road to success I'm doing over a 100
Doing the sh** you wanted, f** waiting for turns
Turned my safety off, engine on, went and earned
Never looking for handouts, I came to stand out
Represent my city, show what being a mans about
n***as dressing pretty showing you what a scams about
Denims can't be skinny, a skirts are worn when a ma'ams out
Miss me with the bullsh**, get hit with a full clip
Hand on the bible I done put n***as under pull proof, front row a mother
I react you suffer, and that's a f**ing fact yo Murda come get these s**as
[Verse 3: Uncle Murda]
GMG, I run New York yeah I said it and I'm not no liar
They wanna see me run into Suge and shots get fired
Lemme tell you a little bit about how I growed up
When if ya daddy didn't come home, he ain't gonna show up
Momma told us don't worry we be okay
I believed her then 2 years later she pa**ed away
Beefin in my head with God in my head like we gon see wa**up
I'm shootin at the sky thinkin I could hit Jesus up
God damn Uncle Murda shootin at Jesus now
He on that project roof squeezing off that pound
She like that white porsche I'm in, with red interior n***a
Your wifey outta pocket winking at me curious n***a
I'm the Brooklyn Richie Porter, if you ain't know
k**ing a n***a close to me if he tryna play Al-Po
No trust, hammas bust, that's the end of that sh**
Half a brick to a whole one, now I got 10 of them sh**s
Put the order in, whatever you need I can get it
I got the plug wanna shout out my Dominican n***a (Flacko)
I remember when a n***a got beat uptown, they saw me [?]
Know what I went through to rebound
You know how many robberies, had n***as laying down, face down in the ground
Too many lame New York rap n***as claiming the crown
They not Biggie, not no Jay, not Nas
I'm the closest thing you got to them guys, open ya eyes n***a
[Hook:]
This that Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
This that Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
This that Brooklyn sh**, this is not the known
This that safety off, with the engine on
Mercedes Benz, good watch sitting above them all
How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long