Jay-z - Brooklyn (Jim Jones Diss) lyrics

Is Brooklyn in here tonight? [Chorus:] Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook! Where Brooklyn at, Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at, Brooklyn Where Brookyln at, Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn Where Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brooklyn at! [Fabolous] I'm right here, big; ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig, Benz style fly Bush wick sick, East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill You see, I got a Fort Green lean, Clinton hill the chill red-hook look, man Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn; son, yo' life can get took, man And threw off bridges; one hard top, two soft b**hes Ride through the borough with two four fizez Phantom open up like two door fridges I'm makin' change to New York digits from seven-one-eight to one-eight-seven The two-one-two to two-one-one, ya boy's back With a new one, son [Chorus] [Fabolous] I see you, Brooklyn, what it look like? [Jay-z] I'm right here, Fab, wavin' the flag, comin' from Nostrand Ave. I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain; n***as gave it up smooth They ain't wanna hear the bang; bang, I'm back on my bully sh** That flat bush, bush wick, black hoody sh** Half a billi in the bankroll, bank stop anybody Bank stop anybody - what you bank ho? Big B's on the wheels Spread love the Brooklyn way; B, how's it feel? I'm on my Robin Thicke sh**; sh** ever gets thick, back to robbin' n***as quick, trick, click Ante up, all you n***as is Brittney - pull ya panties up Whole borough is wit' me, hold ya cannons up Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn; what the f**? [Chorus] [Uncle Murda] I'm right here, Hov East New York, Uncle Murda feelin' good; I hooked up wit' jigga Got my grandma out the hood; ROC is back, now look at n***as Now they can't say J ain't signed a Brooklyn n***a Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Shootin' somebody up, or gettin' off them packs, or go into the club Lookin' for somethin' to cap or runnin' up in ya crib like, where the safe at? East New York'll shoot ya; they'll gat ya, homey Brownsville rob ya; they'll clap ya, homey Benz style, I'll get you k**ed for a hundred grams Get a Coney Island n***a to pull the trigga, man Ask Flex, he used to run the turf Brookyln had dudes scared to rep their borough Uncle Murda - I'm a rep to the fullest Like shine in the club, I throw bullets, bullets [Chorus] [Fabolous] A'ight, son, it's a like it or not thing, know what I mean? This one is for Brooklyn I'm in ma Benz style fly, you know? Bushwick sick I walk that East New York walk Brownsville grill, got ma Fort Green lean Ha ha, Clinton hill shill, red hook look, that flat bush push, know what I mean? Cypress Hill feel, crown heights tight wit' it The Williamsburg swerve, Coney Island stylin' on 'em Canarsie flawsy, Park slope dope, you know? Ya dig? This fa Brooklyn; it's young Brooklyn