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Boom, bash, dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
Packed my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday
Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound
Then he hugged me and then he turned around

I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder
It was time to get props kid 'cause now I'm older
Time to fend for myself Jack
So I'ma go for mine and maybe never come back

Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station
Needed some boom for the mental relaxation
It took the last of my loot to make this move troop
But I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit

Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent
As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent
So fuck the bullshit, I'm Audi
I'm on a mission 'cause if I stay, I'll go crazy

I'm gonna make it goddammit
Out in B R double O K lyn, the planet
They never fake it just slam it
Out in B R O O K lyn, the planet

Crash, boom, bang, I used to hang at Four Corners
And all the spots in Bean Town, where niggaz carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home

Next, I'm smokin' blunts up on [Incomprehensible]
Or workin' in a mail room Uptown
Feelin' sick and tired
Of payin' all these fucked up dues

I wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused
Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey
Sometimes, all you need to get by is a girlie
But yo, I still wasn't happy

I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East New York is no joke, kid
And peace to my man, Hass, doin' his bid
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed

Stopped at the book stands for somethin' to read
That shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare
And like the sayin' goes, "Sometimes life ain't fair"
But in my heart, there ain't no quittin'

So I stayed up late
To write some rhymes to some rhythms
Seconds away from just flippin'
But fuck it I'll maintain, one day, I'll be hittin'

See I'ma make it goddamn it
Out in B R double O K lyn, the planet
I'll never fake it just slam it
There in B R O O K lyn, the planet

And you can, walk the walk, talk the talk but don't flaunt
'Cause little shorty's scheamin' on your rings and fronts
But don't sweat it 'cause that's the life out here
A lot of niggaz be livin' real trife out here

I got my own place in Bed-Stuy
Known to many others, as do or die
Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue
Smokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew

Me and the niggaz, Troy and Squeaky
Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly
I used to build with the brothers by the spot
They had to hustle but they still knew a lot

To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene
On Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean
Then to Fulton just to look around
Just to roam around and find a chick to go Uptown

And check a movie or some shit like that
I couldn't spend much but, yo, my game was fat
I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper
Then one week later, she got me some sneakers

But then I stepped 'cause I found out about her rep
And I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet
But anyway, I used to lay up in the crib
Listening to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on kid

Saved my dough, stayed on the down low
Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy Hill and Gunsmoke
And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped
Nice off a L 'cause we stayed like that

Sometimes I used to miss my moms
Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night
But I'ma be aight still
'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills

I'm gonna make it goddamn it
Here in B R double O K lyn, the planet
I never fake it, just slam it
Here in B R O O K lyn, the planet