Tony Touch - Brooklyn's The Borough - Featuring Papoose, Uncle Murda lyrics

[Intro: Tony Touch Scratchin] Never takin shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough-"Guru" P-P-P-Peace out to Brooklyn! [Papoose (Tony Touch Scratchin):] Yeah! Fresh off that Brooklyn Bridge man! Representin with the hip hop legend Tony Touch! Tony Toca! King of New York talk man! (Br-Brooklyn!) I'm back on my bullsh**! Thuga! Papoose Pa-poose! [Verse 1: Papoose] I don't care 'bout the name of your clothin designer I'm fascinated by the attribute of Malcolm and Elijah Hoopty when it's drama we hopin out of the mazda Strip like Gaza the coppers in the impala If not the pocket rocker the chopper do sum'n proper Shoot you out your shoes get popped out of your prada's In '01, I was gettin dollars with the robbers Rob weed spots for hours and early hours Skin smellin like sour when they was blamin Osama So I was in the shower when they was droppin the towers Actin like a mobster you Hoffa you an imposter Somethin like spaghetti, tomatoes, garlic and salsa Bullets out the llama the top is usually copper You judgin my persona your honor, this is karma Put an end to your saga with revolvers McDonalds and Burger King guns the Big Mac and the Whopper Eat your bodyguard, Kevin Cosner, Jeffrey Dahmer Old school, leather bomber heavy armor Damn they love when I was flowin on the stoop But hated on me when I started flowin in the booth You a contradiction and they know you was a fluke So they said that's the same n***a you told us was the truth You a lame I know you wouldn't shoot You make me wanna take your chain off your neck and throw it on the roof A spark to a flame a flame to a fire A fire to a blaze I'm burnin all you liars [Interlude: Tony Touch Scratchin] Never takin shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough-"Guru" Pe-Pe-Pe-Peace out to Brooklyn! [Uncle Murda (Tony Touch Scratchin):] Brooklyn! (Br-Br-Br-Brooklyn!) EAST NEW YORK! (GO BROOKLYN! GO BROOKLYN! GO BROOKLYN! GO BROOKLYN! -"Stetsasonic") TONY TOUCH WHATTUP ni**a?! (Br-Brooklyn!) [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] I'm the bad guy in the movie that keep comin back (JASON!) The kid that can't die no matter where I get clapped I never back down from no man (NEVER!) And mami when you go down, don't use no hands Look my semi automatic fully loaded Emptyin the informant face then reloadin (BANG!) Shorty can't give me head or she ain't 'gon deep throat it (NAH!) I'm the realest rapper that ever touched the mic and the streets know it (YA HEARD!) I break a DJ arm if he don't play my sh** I'm the kid when you was young your mom would want me to play with They use to call me mischievous I never was a follower, I'm the example of what a leader is (YEAH!) I'm in the game for real my n***a I don't know how they walk (FOR REAL!) You gotta cop a brick and better we don't do 8 balls (WE DON'T DO THAT!) You gotta hustle harder, they can't see me yet (NAH!) I don't see 'em like Stevie Wonder ain't see his kids yet