Jay-z - Brooklyn lyrics

[Intro - Funkmaster Flex] Is Brooklyn in here tonight?!?!?!? [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Where Brooklyn at? [Verse 1: Fabolous] We right here, Big Your boy sitting on top like a hair wig Bed-Stuy fly, Bushwick sick East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill You see, I got a Fort Greene lean Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look, man Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Son, your life can get took, man Then threw off bridges One hard top, two soft b**hes Ride through the borough with two four fifths-es Phantom open up like two door fridges I make 'em change the New York digits From 718 to 187, from 212 to 211 Your boy's back with a new one son, huh! [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm right here Fab, waving the flag, I'm from Nostrand Ave I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain n***as gave it up smooth -- they ain't want to hear the bang, BANG I'm back on my bully sh** That Flatbush, Bushwick black hoodie sh** Half a billie in the bank roll Bank stop anybody -- what's your bank, ho? Big B's on the wheel, spread love the Brooklyn way, B how's it feel? I'm on my Robin Thicke sh** sh** ever gets thick, back to robbing n***as quick Trick, click, ante up, all you n***as Britney -- pull your panties up Whole borough is with me, hold your cannons up Buck one for Bucktown -- Brooklyn, what the f**?!! [Hook] [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] I'm right here Hov! East New York, Uncle Murda feeling good I hooked up with Jigga, got my grandma out the hood Marcy is back -- now look at n***as Now they can't say Jay ain't sign a Brooklyn n***a Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Shooting somebody up or getting off the packs Or going to the club looking for something to dap Or running up in the crib like, "Where the safe at?" East New York will shoot you -- they dap your homey Brownsville will rob ya -- they clap your homey Bed-Stuy will 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 Tunnel Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep they borough Uncle Murda, I'mma rep to the fullest Like Shyne, in the club I throw bullets [Outro: Fabolous] Ha son!!! It's a like it or not thing, nah mean? This one is for Brooklyn, I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly, you know Bushwick sick, I walk that East New York walk, Brownsville grill Got my Fort Greene lean, ha ha, Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look That Flatbush push, nah mean Cypress Hill feel Crown Heights tight with it, the Williamsburg swerve Coney Island styling on 'em, Canarsie flossing Park Slope dope you know, ya dig?