Songtext:
Brooklyn! uh, yeah! now, check this shit out Dekor Klebefolie
Verse one: o.c.
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 Lichterketten basteln We done played the background, ay-yo 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 hotels kitzbühl 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 its time to shoot To brooklyn i give a 21-gun salute (come on) Webseiten Langenfeld
Chorus:
Flatbush *cut and scratched* --crown heights-- "thought i'd remind y'all" Brownsville *cut and scratched* (firing squad) "thought i'd remind y'all" *scratching* Billige Flyer Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(see i) thought i'd remind y'all" ?? *cut and scratched* --east new york-- "thought i'd remind y'all"
Verse two: lil' fame
I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup ausmalbilder für kinder 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 (try to act rude) play the mascott With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got Clap, shot the body, i'm keeping it real Shoutbox That cartoon ass nigga thought he was king of the hill That whole shit was animation, immitation 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. wallpaper animiert Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for brooklyn, nigga! Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!
Chorus
Verse three: billy danze Nachbau Grundrisse Hot damn! danze shot your head Full cooperation, i'm taking donations, ante up the bread (clap, clap!) you got that fat while we were gone So the balance that i wrote like ???, 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 (here we go again!) you ain't known, i control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that's next to me (who that?) berkuance, soldier, i'm ill *pause* 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 (life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping (at 24-years old) my only goal is too keep breathing
