[Intro: Ken Boogaloo]
No need for introduction. Hustler. Strictly Brooklyn. Yo
[Verse 1: Ken Boogaloo]
Let me drop this hot verse simple and plain
‘Cause, if I hold it too long, it might burst into flames
Creeping through the urban terrain, it's Ken Boogaloo. You heard
Of the name. Staying on point, observing the game
While you're still wiling, snatching purses on trains
I'm handling my B.I. for personal gain
I ain't perfect either but determined to change
I hang with cool cats ‘cause I'm allergic to lames
I remove wack n***as like detergent to stain
Trying to make hits like Prince did in “Purple Rain”
The way I flow n***as find disturbing and strange
I'll rip your top off and leave you with a convertible brain
Splurge words superb, straight serving the pain
If I get mega large, then I deserve the fame
f** a Range. Boog's trying to purchase a plane
So I could fly around the Earth until I service the grain
n***as will get murdered and slain trying to throw
Dirt on my name. Tiger Boog the wildest cat the world
Can't tame. That the world can't tame
Brooknam is where I first did my thing
The streets are made out of gravel and tar
The streets made some of us who we are
Made some n***as convicts and some n***as stars
Some n***as ate off the streets. Some n***as starved
It k**ed some n***as, also brought some far
The streets made Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
The streets is where n***as park their cars
Yo, Blowout, I'm done. I ain't got no more bars
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