Mr. Metaphor - Throw It Up lyrics

[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Run up, bumrush Brooklyn, throw your guns up Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens Everybody, throw your guns up! [Verse 1: I-See-On] We from Brooknam to the day that we D.O.A We from Brookmam—(We don't play)—we want cheddar Nachos, Frito, Lays. Hold tight—heat gonna spray Duck down. Brooklyn n***as bust rounds BX style or Bucktown, uptown or downtown Five boroughs that thoroughly rep Brooklyn Bridge, Verrazano, Madison Square Yankees Stadium, JFK, gats in the air All my n***as, throw your gats in the air. Word up Brooklyn n***as, throw your gats in the air. Throw it up [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Run up, bumrush Brooklyn, throw your guns up Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens Everybody, throw your guns up! [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] I run up with my guns up towards the sky Lit like a roman candle on the fourth of July BK, QU. You know, all of those guys Shaolin and uptown that put four in your ride BX trees familiar, get all of us high f** Circle Line—I take you on a tour through NY Look, there goes my duns on the corner, playing rummy Look, here's goes my gun tall, but give me your money Now I could buy trees, roll it, dip it in honey And how I say, “Please,” and putting six in your tummy Put your guns up whether you Crip or you Bloody Brooklyn Ac' bumrush with our hands tucked like Al Bundy [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Run up, bumrush Brooklyn, throw your guns up Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens Everybody, throw your guns up! [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] If you a 2-1-2 or a 7-1-8 NYC up to NY State Throw your guns up, put your two fingers and your thumbs up We from the land of the gutters and the dump trucks Bra** knuckles, night sticks and nunchucks Street crime, transit cops, and drug busts The 5-O's, you can't stop the bumrush Brooklyn Ac' do it uncut and untouched [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Run up, bumrush Brooklyn, throw your guns up Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens Everybody, throw your guns up! [Verse 4: Block McCloud] I'm Brooknam and it shows in my flows and my style Dirty Gowan*s Can*l, uptown to Roosevelt Isle Pick up the rocks of the white in Washington Heights At Grand Concourse, you dance with the mamis all night All-city, all-boroughs who left racks of Marlboro Your type soft—n***a, you ain't from Wyckoff Get wiped off the face of the planet. Brooklyn Step in Queensbridge and leave shooken with your beef tooken Rolled through Van Duzer in a Land Cruiser Made a hard mill, but still get the L's from Park Hill We spark still. BK n***as hard to k** Hold a 43 while spit squad guard the ‘Ville It's k** or be k**ed in the city we live in Giuliani's KKK—Block's vote: send him to prison [Hook: Jean Grae] (x4) Run up, bumrush Brooklyn, throw your guns up Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens Everybody, throw your guns up!