Illatracks - Brooklyn sh** lyrics

[Intro] Ayo New York City, dont 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 (Troy Ave) Rappers want features but that ain't no swap n***a Pay me motherf**er Im about my guap Im the talk of the city, New Yorks savior My little brother can buy no jordans with favors Im 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 dont be mad I stuff that thing high with bricks Thats the only way the only way they carry off I just get my blow off Heavy white base, dope runnin marathon Leader of the race, keep up with my pace Look Weezy in the eye get Cash money in ya face n***as is basic Im more complex I could hear ya rhymes, figure out what comes next Im 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 (Troy Ave) f** it, tears of joy in a bucket On the road to success Im 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 thats a f**ing fact yo Murda come get these s**as Verse (Uncle Murda) GMG, I run New York yeah i said it and im 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 dont 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 Im 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 im in, with red interior n***a Your wifey outta pocket winking at me curious n***a Im 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, thats 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 Im 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