Brooklyn, uh, yeah, now Check this shit out Now check this motherfucking capo right here Mash Out Posse, Slash, O.C. come together like a glock and a clip We gon' jam when its time to blast Big niggaz that rap, we 'bout to get in your ass We done played the background, ayyo all my peops I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit With this ten man clique Who don't know how to act, lookin' for some niggaz to hit And if you ever think it can't happen to you You might just end up in the East River with some bale ass shoes I ain't playin' no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw I flipped the word around, nigga, this means war Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever With Mike, go get the guns when it's time to shoot To Brooklyn I give a 21-gun salute (Come on) Flatbush Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville (Firing Squad) "Thought I'd remind y'all" Bushwick, "Thought I'd remind y'all" (See I) [Unverified] East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all" I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup Make 'em roll up, come up out your clothes And get your whole shit swole up This game ain't changed 'cause I became a rapping dude I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude Play the mascott (Try to act rude) With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the hill That whole shit was animation, imitation When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, proclamation Constitutional rights, the last generation Your facin', M.O.P., O.G.'s, flippin' this track with O.C. Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga Flatbush Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville (Firing squad) "Thought I'd remind y'all" Bushwick, " Thought I'd remind y'all" (See I) [Unverified] East New York, "Thought I'd remind y'all" Hot damn, danze shot your head Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread You got that fat while we were gone (Clap, clap) So, the balance that I wrote like [unverified], we're taking on Put the rest of that shit in the bag I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad You ain't known, I control my destiny (Here we go again) I only got love for the thugs that's next to me Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill (Who that?) I told ya, I'm real And I've been doing a double danly Everyone, from my crew is sayin' (Daddy, don't fail me) Hold on, the way that I jettin' my foes may never be even I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in So keep weeping (Life is full of obstacles) My only goal is too keep breathing (At 24 years old) Brooklyn, "Thought I'd remind y'all" © BLIND MAN'S BLUFF MUSIC; UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; ORGANIMZ MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com