[Fat Tony]
Brooklyn is where my n***as call home
The b**hes thicker than Snickers
Elixers got me throwed
I'm on the Ave sippin Jack
Out the styrofoam
If the laws pa**
I'ma dash and get gone
Got grown, left home for NY
Took a red eye and I ended up in Bed-Stuy
Slept on a few floors, did a few chores
Now I do more, never bored
Let me clarify
I Rap-A-Lot for the Bills in Bushwick
And I do smoke kush in Flatbush
At the top of my cla**, I sit
And I never been afraid of a textbook
Let's look at a n***a straight from the Tré
Southside of the H, my birthplace
Just like King's County, we done lost some greats
R.I.P. [Fat] Pat and MCA
I'm on the MTA (public)
Rolling a J (f** it)
I rode on the J
Then rode on the A
They say the Dutch
Settled this hoe in 1634
In 1898, it got annexed
And it meshed in with New York
No joke, it ain't for a slowpoke
If you're feeling rigor mortis
Moving like a tortoise
Better get up on a toilet
And make your sh** float
Slide like a sailboat on Crisco
Like the Count of Monte Cristo
I'm feeling free, finna let my money tree grow
And I sho ain't tryna see no C.O
When I'm in BK don't tell my P.O
I'm a Wild boy, but I ain't no Thornberry
Hit the bodega for 4 [Garcia y] Vega's
And a berry juice, party on the roof
I invite you, you, you, and her too
What it do