Lyrics:
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked
We the reason that cops
Uh huh, ge ge ge ge-geah
Ye-ye yeah, ye-ye yeah (Brooklyn)
How real is, this?
How real is, this? (Brooklyn)
Uh huh huh (Brooklyn)
Respect this here,
Uh-huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah (Brooklyn)
How real is this, how real is this (Brooklyn)
Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
Respect this here,
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
in life
Found my way through Brooklyn
Pray for niggas in central booking
The avenues and streets are scriptures
Knowing em niggas get richer
The buses
sheet
'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered
Last year alone, in the Dead Zone
the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where
sheet
'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered
Last year alone, in the Dead Zone
rise second city that's turning good men into liars
And maybe I'm not all that good
But I was better in your west coast bed
My hand is a braindead
and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy
personified
The captain of my life
I surrender
Lord show me Your way
So I won't leave
This tabernacle
There is rest
In Your dwelling place
The clarity I find
up from sleep this is a real life (Hey)
we ain't playing no games (Hey)
Get up and grind (Hey)
We living in Brooklyn dreams
We living in Brooklyn
my whole life trying slang the Rock,
And my boy got popped now my heart is built brooklyn blocks,
I'm hard like Brooklyn
I'm hard like Brooklyn
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
THAT YOU DON'T EXIST (CHOIR: DOO OOP)
YOU CAME ALONG JUST WHEN MY LIFE WAS IN A TWIST (CHOIR: DOO OOP)
YOU SHOWED ME LOVE AND THEN YOU TURNED ME AROUND
gloves
Had three gazelles, admitted nothing when I sat in my cell
Hey Brooklyn hard rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your
like I ran through the strips put a gun in your mouth and expanded yo lips
Put my man on your chips take the band off your wrist my hand on your chick
doubled
My conscience is speaking don't drown in your troubles
I got angels and demons, A genius but foolish
Busy worried bout problems too much pride in my
say You want to share
The power no one will withstand
Just be my human hand
I know your secrets
I know it all
[Band as choir (1)]
[Solo 1]
to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my
the tabernacle
Some would say the chapel is a haven
The place to travel to escape from the grasp of the enemy
And by the Holy Trinity, you break the shackles
Where
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
the Lord, I shall not slip!
Examine me, O Lord, and prove me, try my mind and my heart!
For your lovingkindness is before my eyes and I have walked in your
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