Jay-z - Brooklyn High lyrics

[Intro] Little punk a** f**, that's it n***a (laughing) That's ballin'? I guess men lie, women lie But numbers don't It's over for that ballin' It's my turn Brooklyn! [Chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (It's my turn) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Verse 1] Brooklyn get paper, tote big things We chase n***as around they own ball game Ball game n***a, it's over for you lames Gimme back the chain, it's over for you dames f** y'all broads Didn't they ever tell you don't f** with a man's family They'll f** with y'all's? Kidnap mine? n***a I will click-clack push your wig back further than Tyra Banks' hairline Your bank versus mine If you're ballin', n***a what I'm doing can't be defined The Joneses can't keep up Maybe my n***a Nas, but I got stronger after Ether [Chorus] [Verse 2] Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI The Best in the game since Daddy Kane and B.I My turn, we live, money to burn, n***a we on fire G-5'er, Ace of Spade make it real easy to book your babe I'm running a Boston on these n***as I'm watching ya soundscan you keep ren**in' I'm trump-tight, I'm Trump-like I'm on my way to a billi, I play my cards nice n***as like "Hov ya sound too rich" I'm like "Oh! ain't that about a b**h" Ain't that we here for? Therefore I sound like I'm supposed to sound, meet me at the Clearport I'm ballin' for real, you pump faking it Manhattan keep on faking it, Brooklyn keep on taking it! Yeah! [Chorus] [Outro] Yeahh! Shoutout to all my real n***as in Harlem 145th & all that All the Dominicans, OG Juan, Lower Eastside True Life This ain't about boroughs, this is about n***as & b**hes It's game time It's my turn Let the games begin YOUNG!