Jay-z - BK Anthem lyrics

B-I What up? Long as I got a voice, you got a voice my n***a. Yessir [Hook] BK stand up, Brooklyn throw your hands up If you with me, lick a shot for Biggie Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance Don't make this four-fifth kick like Bruce Lee roy pants You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulcanialy more advanced So this aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin' em man I Keep two in hand, in case I've been drinkin' Seein double I got one for you and your twin I got a nickel for your thoughts, make your blood trickle Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you The guns sprayin' with or without you Make your body whistle without you Young I'm still official without you Still that n***a all the b**hes whisper about, ooh He's so terreferic, his lyrics like it's about you You can't tell me that everything he spits that is not true I'm from a crack in the wall, a fighter with my back against wall Took a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young [Hook 2x] Grew up on Lexington ave, my socks real high Moved to the Marcy Projects round the time I was five Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the stuy So on the fourth of July, we would always stop by Man I ran through the bush, bought pounds from "the dreads" They had the best beef patties and cocoa bread Played the Albee Square Mall round the time I was gettin tall Where n***as would snatch your pockets, leave your change on the floor 18 regime round then Pink houses, Fort Greene n***as they ain't blend Wasn't safe on the A train, D, G or the F Decepticons, Lo-Life n***as snatch the polo off your chest East new york, Bushwick, f** it, the whole BK Brownsville, where the warriors come out to play n***a you better roll deep goin' through Coney Island Cause it's one way out n***a, one way in n***a [Hook 2x] Everywhere you go, "Brooklyns in the house" (if you soft tuck your chain) The crooks is in the house, the jook is in route The drama's on tha way Stare downs first, then the llamas gon' spray Mommas gon' pray But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you gon' be the next meal The wolves is on the job Gotta get in where we fit in Not rid the show and the kids is growin Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's And we got guns big as Samoans And you in the spot showing off like Terrell Owens "HellI'mon this n***a" You better hold your ground, if you a straw house Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes [Hook 2x]