Verse One. Nowhere to run nowhere to hide it's the LordzofBrooklyn Kings County do or die. Switchblades for the rumble we're Lordz we brass knuckle. Graffiti never died I made my name in the
Scotty Edge. Well it's Brooklyn Bums. Well it's the dirty birds. Well it's the LordzofBrooklyn won't go back on our words. Cause' we're pissing on the curbs, dishing out the dirt. Yo
LordzofBrooklyn in the house. . Chorus. . Verse Three performed by admoney. I'm trapped in the hatch cause the tunnels caused with 50. Work bums detects damn I got to hide bro. Runnin' through
arm and a heart for his mama. Well it's the LordzofBrooklyn and I sport it on my vest. I love a Brooklyn girl in a Catholic school dress. Never talk to a cop, drag down the block. I got my brother
Verse One performed by ADMoney. Listen up here's a tale about a white kid. That had to make some cash. Dropped out of school ain't never went to class. Sold a little grass, robbed a couple cars.
Lord, Lord to the day that I die. A real man drives a Chevy, drinks a Bud when he's dry. Taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky. I'm a Lord to the day that I die. LordzofBrooklyn to
or low, low Yo you never see me smile. Cause I keep a straight face Yo you never see me flushed. LordzofBrooklyn full house we take the pot never bust. . performed by Kaves. Yo I'll make a phone
