Lyrics:
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it,
(Stop the car Brooklyn
Do somethin' to make me feel better
I'ma do somethin' to make you feel great)
It's like
Bon appetit y'all
Commonly
[Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
me take flight
Flying high feeling weightless and the sun bright
Hanging tight by a string Man I'm a kite
Flying high feeling weightless and the sun
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
on the radio
In the back of a taxi cab in Brooklyn
Oh, no, no, the sun could rise
Burning all the street lamps out at 3 AM
So, DJ, play it again
Until
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
Straight up, nigga
Motherfuckin' Southside, nigga (word up)
Brooklyn, what
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (yo, yo)
down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
a stage with Nickel Nine, and that's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy
'Cause I rap
the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks
who woulda thought I was from Brooklyn
It
By the Adriatic waters Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars.
It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in
By the Adriatic waters Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars.
It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in
you late night at a party
Some trust fund baby's brooklyn loft
By the bathroom you said let's talk
But my confidence is wearing off
These aren't my
Hey nigga I was in Oakland
Oakland like Brooklyn short! Dawg! Bay area!
They showed me so much love when I was down
There I had to get hyphy on this
North Star's more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn't blond
that you might get upset about
But hear me out
I didn't mean nothing by it, I'ma make this quick
I gave your mama this dick
I don't know how it happened
chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that Super Soaker, hit that, she a Fefe
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but niggas be shootin'
Running niggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
the lot
Cost 'bout half a mill'
Where I'm at, by the park
When it's time to kill
Got me feeling like 'Pac I'm above the rim
When I jump off the porch
On the Fung Wah Bus
The city makes me cry when I think of us
Brooklyn blurs away, leave it in the dust
Everything has changed, no one left
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