O.c. - On the Bklyn Side lyrics

[Verse 1: Illa Ghee] I'm from the dark blocks Up where the ball drops And we don't 'volve cops Cause we involve shots Still we party in the hood like it's not hot Steady wavy changing women like a liquor shot Drama comes looking shy, then they reconsider Get the picture like the link posted on your Twitter Brooklyn n***as is a different type of n***a I'm like a e-mail cause my flow difference delivers Grammar like a flashlight Life is of weed sales And s** is the punishment Struggles of detail We fail to realize The truth will affect the effect of real lives Illa's a man first, I'll look you in the eye My Ruger will blam first, and put you in the sky Keep the pressure on the balls so the j**els shimmer Illa Ghee and the rapper 'bout shooting n***as [Hook: Illa Ghee] It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die [Verse 2: Steele] Yeah, General Steele, I'm known for that big-head rap That's why I get away clean when that kid got clapped Man slaughter the beat, man I kidnap track Continue the criminal enterprise, to get that trap Crack his a**, why do blacks have to live like that Try to survive the hood with rats and Satan sit on your back You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight Have a bang-out with neighbors you knew your whole damn life We gon' pop after school right in the broad daylight And where the pretty Brooklyn b**hes, the broads do fight Blowing exotic, ducking the detect Rotten apple coppers be gun-bucking on reflex I'm from the p-jects, point guards and rejects Some make it, some get left stretched at recess I try to told you school's the move If you snooze you lose then get schooled with tools [Hook: Illa Ghee] It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die [Verse 3: O.C.] Uh, the three b's Be stopped, be fail, and Bushwick What you get is three sides of a triangle In each heart, we scarred throughout the years Timetable, knowing these streets unstable Survival is a head stain Tribalism in the way we think Behave before being slaves Uncondition, motherf**ers don't run from gunfire So welcome to pain Force, the streets they desire It be a rush living life in Brook - nah Project halls that go Lives lost on random floss b**hes in the hood Part of a hustler's ambitious slime-dicking We all couldn't pick it For the sake of rocking his chain Getting hit off for paper Baby-mamas and next-door neighbors My birth certificate states 946 Full of the St. James from the womb to the grave Repping Brooklyn [Hook: Steele & O.C.] It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die