run, the mo? Imma ride Cause since Poppa died, I was starin? eye to eye With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize I was young & blind cutting class wastin? time Til? my nigga introduced me to that other
of you thugs out there, who don't got it, Come to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit, Yo fuck you you and you you, fuck you and you See that, Brooklyn
Yeah Come experience, life as we know it As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions, well, y'all know the actions Uh, I
in Flat bush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I been through it In other words I
A very interesting young man that has traveled From very far away to be with us tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn
Def (Faith Evans) {other person}] Woo, Ah, Official, Official, Ah, {Oh oh oh oh oh} Brown Sugar, Faith Evans, Big Mos {Oh oh oh oh, OH} (Wha what) Brooklyn
O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other
my people All that other shit is dead, dead, dead Word up I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' Lincoln mob You know what I'm sayin'? And we gonna bounce
the show That is comin' through your town See my name is somethin' that you won't know Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo Other brothers come
the corner Doin' something they ain't got no business doin' I gotta say what's up to s&s, doo wop, and the bounce squad Can't forget my peeps from brooklyn
Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger
your armpits In a drum machine, good God Break me off some of that, come on Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete
we get busy In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy First up it's the nuts up, what's up? To the niggas from the projects Prospect Park in Brooklyn
Knowin damn well you shouldn't have tooken that Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at? Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at? (Over here
mark of rapeness On slaves who high jacked the slave ships The hackers who remapped the matrix And built the road back to basics And getcha all off that strain shit You know this other
effin name? The Boy Scout, Rampage, still makes the hits Straight from the Dungeon Shack with the rugged Don't even hold me back my brain it start to work I make, others
on the street [verse2 - Jim Rampage & (J. Glock)] A black Benz, [...] Not out of my head! Feel it! Feel it! Now bounce! You know what I'm talkin' about