Fredro Starr - The Tunnel lyrics

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Fredro Starr - The Tunnel lyrics

[Intro: Fredro Starr] Yeah!, yeah We take n***as back You know what im saying? It's sunday night Westside Highway 27th and 12th avenue The notorious Home of the Jukes, home of the robbery, home of the bodies The illest club in New York The Tunnel [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo! Let's take it back to the tunnel Where the hoods will run upon you For the jux son, as soon as they play "Shook Ones" The wars of Brooklyn, always roll deep "Who Shot Ya" Somebody getting rocked to sleep Security making take your Timbs off in the winter Had to walk through the metal detectors before you enter When you get inside, might be a homicide With that New York Hip Hop, somebody might get shot This is where they snatch j**els, razors splash you Flex screaming out in the club, don't let em gas you n***as taking pictures of money you know, cash rules b**hes giving head in the unis** bathroom This is hell where the criminals dwell Half the goons in the club just got home from jail Other half couldn't come, cause they couldn't make bail It's colder than westside +It Ain't Hard to Tell+ In The Tunnel [Hook] The Tunnel (Let's take it back) Let's take it back to The Tunnel (Let's take it way, way back) [Verse 2: Cormega] Posted up, goons ferocious, j**els cold as f** Those who dream about scheming, we woke em up My Fort Greene n***as was born to squeeze triggas My Queen's regime was at the bar deep chillin' The tunnel was the place for all the street n***as You know it's real, you can go in there, see people you know from jail Home at last, hold the stacks and throw a hand Moments of silence, Big L was always there And Chris Lighty ran The Tunnel, he was the man I seen Diddy by out the bar and shut it down Please believe, we and Diddy didn't f** around I walk the crowd with timbs on, because my style It's New York to the fullest, we don't bow All these tools who want the crown, are f**in' clowns The Tunnel was proof Street n***as run this town! [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] Sticking n***as at The Tunnel was how I used to eat Soon as you set foot on that cobblestone street And this is the same spot where Hype shot Belly You could get popped, end up getting shot in your belly Come through stuntin' like your a** is bad You'll get juxed up, send out in a plastic bag This the grimiest club in the whole city I'm talking stick up kids, murderers, NYPD Westside the 26th down to block from the projects Just walk in to The Tunnel, you get shot up and Carjacked I party with k**ers, rapers, and lifers If it wasn't for the b**hes you would think it was Rikers This back when, I never smiled a lot Was on my NY State of mind sh**, around the clock And it wasn't just n***as from NYC It was C.T, D.C, V.A, P.A, N.C, L.I, M.D, N.J At The Tunnel! [Verse 4: Papoose] Sticky, Mega, and Fredro Starr Black ski masks, hoodies and crowbars Hip Hop purists, prestige lyrical flow gods Grew up in the tunnel we came here to expose y'all To the most dangerous night club in the whole world Unemployed, ex-con, thugs thuggin' with no job Chains snatchers, stick up k**ers who came to gold rob Pocket knife Gem Star boxcutters to blow y'all Drug trafficking coke, pills, and hydro jars Fly diva hoodrat dime b**hes with no drawers Fingerwaves, braids and shades giving out bl**jobs Rap around the corner the tunnel line was so long Skip everybody, Brooklyn n***as was so strong The ice grill era, face bite and get stoled on Punch you in the face and give you a f**in' nose job These bougie clubs and day parties control y'all The real recognize the real we don't even know y'all