Brooklyn
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Release Date: 6/12/07
Label: Def Jam
Is Brooklyn in here tonight?
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We right here BIG
Your boy sittin’ on top like a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or Bushwick sick
East New York
You see I got a Fort Greene lean
Clinton Hills
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Son your life can be took man
Then threw off bridges
One hard top
Ride through the borough with two fo’ fifths
Phantom open up like two door fridges
I make 'em change the New York digits
From 718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your boy's back with a new one son
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I'm right here Fab
I'm from Nostrand Ave
I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain
*** gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang
I'm back on my bully ***
The Flatbush Bushwick black hoodie ***
Half a billion bank roll
Bank stop
Big B's on the wheel
Spread love the Brooklyn way
I'm on my Robin Thicke ***
*** ever get thick I'm back to robbin’ *** quick
Trick
Britney pull your panties up
Whole borough is with me hold your cannons up
Buck one for Bucktown
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I'm right here hoe
East New York Uncle Murda feelin’ good
I hooked up with Jigga got my grandma out the hood
Marcy is back now look at ***
Now they can't say Jay ain't sign a Brooklyn ***
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
*** somebody up for gettin’ off the packs
Or goin’ to the club lookin’ for somethin’ to dap
Or runnin’ up in the crib like where the safe at?
East New York will *** you
Brownsville will rob ya
Bed-Stuy
Get a Coney Island *** to pull the trigga man
Ask Flex
Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep they borough
Uncle Murda
Like Shyne in the club I throw bullets
Ha son
This one is for Brooklyn
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know
I walk that East New York walk
Got my Fort Greene lean
Red Hook look
Cypress Hill feel
The Williamsburg swerve
Canarsie flossin’ Park Slope dope you know
Ya dig
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