Yeah,
famoso
Yeah, yeah
Woo
Uh
Brooklyn
Woo
A lot of dudes running they yap on how they did it
Say that bullshit for the critics,
nigga,
I live it
Finally I get a chance to silence the critics
What you see is what you get,
raw image,
no gimmick
You can quote me on any line I say in these lyrics
I'm capable to separate the flesh from the spirit
Diddy popping through the lobby,
quick to spin off a pivot
You feeling froggy,
nigga,
ribbit,
leave you slumped with the crickets
Dudes be acting like they about it I'm the straight deal
Ask the dude who threatened to shoot me,
how his face feel
Still yelling * the police and getting chased still
Still serving five years probation and out of state still
It's like I never learned my lesson,
dog,
I'm too street
They acting like a 9 to 5 the only way to eat
We ain't never bump heads,
no need to be concerned with me
But if we get it popping in my G,
you better hurry
This is for my Brownsville niggas with the ratchet on they waist
Or he got bricks, put the ratchet in his face
Walk him upstairs,
tell him open up his safe Let him
hesitate once and we gon' open up his
face It's * up, it gotta be like that, but
that's life,
B Can't find him,
then locate his wife,
B
Anything,
we get busy for the paper,
dog Double back on his ass if he say we ain't get
it all This * ain't hard, this * easy
First thing they say bout Taj,
that boy greasy It's my way or no way,
please believe me
If * don't go right on the jukes,
then we leaving
We get the fire working like the 4th of July Put
the torch to your wife and make you run your mula
Hollows in the roof that you threw you like paracudas
Gun butt,
then gun * you,
call it pistol kama sutra
Infrared reverend,
my westerner,
hallelujah Bless you and my crosshairs,
warfare and booyah
Brooklyn black breaded,
I been came up the hard way
Nicks nation,
* the nets,
been Brooklyn for the Barclays
I'm bout to gallery juniors across from Applebee's
Same strip as Fulton and Flatbush while Mickey D's
With Big Macs,
I'm taking the birds and flipping nuggets And capsize your franchise,
Warren Buffett
If I don't mess with you nigga,
I don't pretend to Talk trash,
see you in line,
that's not what men do
Niggas get killed in the club,
yeah that's what Jen do A bad bitch to
go home with you is what I send through
I spent mine for ratchet toters and crooks,
man That be way out in LA,
still yellin' Brooklyn
Timberland,
fatigued pants and car scams Undone laces,
ripped faces with scars fam
308,
slutter ab,
I'll show you what Brooklyn bout One stole three pots,
Maxwell cooking house
62 went in the pot,
but when a nigga took it out 84 was dead,
great work,
good looking out bitch