Back to Brooklyn
Prince Markie Dee
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Uhh, yeah Markie Dee and the Soul Convention Ninety-one to ninety-two Ninety-two, ninety-three So on, et cetera et cetera HanSoul and the Regulators Crazy Keith, here we go, check it One time Champion hoodie, saggin'-ass Levi's and my Timbs Brooklyn hat pulled low, chewin' on a peppermint stem stick Kickin {shit} with the head gassed hoes They want to piece of this and so do my foes, yeah I gotta watch my back, when I walk the streets at night And on my nine my hand grips tight Really don't trust nobody, to the point that if I get a little lip I will reach for my joint You want to head up, nah son, my hands ain't gotta feel No need to show my skills, blast and I'm outta here So save you cryin' for the boys in blue Get your story straight chump, even if it's true It'll all be changed when you get to the precinct Your case is history, worth about three cents So if you don't want beef, you better stop lookin 'Cause I'm a take your ass back to Brooklyn {*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*} Yeah It's about 3 A.M., I'm on (?) Ave. I got my toolie and a stack of cash I never had a problem with the dollar thirty forty Cause I was makin' moves like Fat Cat and Corley A hustler and a killer, Mark was a smooth don Always had jewels but never got moved on Bodies layin' decomposin' and decayin' You never should of {fucked} with Mark, and now you're layin' in the {motherfuckin'} burial ground Cause you wasn't prepared, for the big throw down Me and my crew yo, we roll thirty deep Hungry like wolves, slaughterin' sheep You wouldn't even try to step to this big love daddy Five-oh had me surrounded but they never really had me Step with the swiftness, and still had 'em lookin' I had to take my ass back to Brooklyn Check it, dig it, dig it Now from Pinkhouse to Flatbush to Bed-Stuy and back Try to hold on to the streets I lived at I had you beggin' on your knees I pump your ass so full of holes you would think you was swiss cheese So save your pleadin' it won't help none Don't kiss ass, because you're kissin' the barrel of my shotgun Check the glock let me surprise ya When I'm through your own moms, won't recognize ya I took the A Uptown with all local stops right From Queens to Bronx but nothin' gets props like Brooklyn - no disrespect The other borough brothers can still wreck Raised in East New York so don't challenge me The trials and tribulations will increase the brutality So if you don't want beef you better stop lookin' 'Cause I'm a take that ass back to Brooklyn Word 'em up A couple of quick shout outs To Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan Strong Island, Brooklyn, East New York Bed-Stuy, Brownsville Brooklawn, Cypress Hill, Pinkhouse's Yeah, yeah Markie Dee and the Soul We roll deep
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: D. JOHNSON, J. LEON, M. MORALES, M. ROONEY
Lyrics © GARDEN OF LIFE MUSIC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Back to Brooklyn Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 4 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/776919/Prince+Markie+Dee/Back+to+Brooklyn>.
Discuss the Back to Brooklyn Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In