Brooklyn (feat. JAY Z & Uncle Murda)

Right here big, ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig

Bed Stuy fly

Bushwick sick

East New York walk the Brownsville Grill, ill

You see I got a Fort Green lean

Clinton Hill, the chill, Red Hook look, man

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn

Son, yo' life can get took, man

And threw off bridges

One hard top, two soft bitches

Ride through the borough with two four fizzses

Phantom open up like two door fridges

I'm makin' change to New York digits

From seven-one-eight to one-eight-seven

The two-one-two to two-one-one

Ya boy's back with a new one son

Brooklyn, New York, New York

Brooklyn, New York, New York

Brooklyn, New York, New York

Brooklyn, uh-huh

I see you Brooklyn

What it look like?

I'm right here fab

Wavin' the flag, I'm from Nostrand Ave.

I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain

**** gave it up smooth

They ain't wanna hear the bang

Bang, I'm back on my bully shit

That Flatbush, Bushwick, black hoody shit

Half a billi in the bankroll

Bank stop anybody, what's your bank ho

Big B's on the wheels

Spread love the Brooklyn way, B, how's it feel?

I'm on my Robin Thicke shit, shit ever gets thick

Back to robbin' **** quick, trick, click

Ante up, all you **** is Britney

Pull ya panties up, whole borough is with me

Hold ya cannons up

Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn, what the fuck

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

I'm right here, ho

East New York, uncle murder feelin' good

I hooked up with Jigga, got my grandma out the hood

R-O-C is back, now look at ****

Now they can't say J ain't signed a Brooklyn ****

Where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at?

Shootin' somebody up or gettin' off them packs

Or go into the club

Lookin' for somethin' to cap

Or runnin' up in ya crib like, where the safe at?

East New York will shoot ya

They'll gat ya homey

Brownsville'll rob ya, they'll clap ya homey

Bed Stuy'll get you killed for a hundred grams

Get a Coney Island **** to pull the trigga man

Ask flex, he used to run the turf

Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep their burough

Uncle murder, I'ma rep to the fullest

Like shine in the club, I throw bullets, bullets

A'ight son

It's a like it or not thing

Know what I mean?

This one is for Brooklyn

I'm in my Bed Stuy fly, you know

Bushwick sick

I walk that East New York walk, Brownsville Grill

Got my Fort Green lean

Clinton Hill shill, Red Hook look

That Flatbush push, know what I mean?

Cypress Hill feel

Crown Heights tight with it

The Williamsburg swerve

Coney Island stylin' on 'em

Canarsie flossy

Park Slope dope, you know?

Ya dig?