B-I What up?
Long as I got a voice, you got a voice my nigga. Yessir
BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit 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, vulinicly 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 nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its about you
You can't tell me that everything he spits that its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young
{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, lick a shit for biggie}x2
Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real high
Moved to the marcy project round the time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would always stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds from tha dreads
They had the best beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend
Wasnt safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to play
Nigga you better roll deep goin through coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga
{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw you hands up
If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie}x2
Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in rout
The dramas on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas goin spray
Mamas goin pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next meal
The wolves in on tha 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 and the spot showin off like terrell owens
Hella mornice nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes
{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie}x2
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