Lyrics:
torchin' it
The mic is my element when I'm tellin'
Kids be cautioned with
The fast life without Christ your portion is
Eternal separation makin'
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
Uh, holla at 'em
Brooklyn is what I'm reppin
reason for concern (woo)
My, crew endangers
Estranged miscellaneous niggas
Left in troubled waters like Greg Louganis
Ain't nothin' touchin' from
Brooklyn
at
Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity. Blunts is still fifty
at
Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity. Blunts is still fifty
of my essence comprehends what I am made of
His comforting grace is given in His body we taste
Before the tabernacle, fallen shackles, blood in
my city, man I'm talking Brooklyn bisssh
I do it for my city man I hope you feel my shit
Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this
If you feelin'
They should hang my banner from the rafters
(Toronto out in Brooklyn like the long for me)
(Ya know me)
They should hang my banner from the rafters
oh! oOoh
Put your hands in the air now bounce
Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my religion's you
When
see it's the work of the enemy
I can't see he's lying. Is love colorblind
Why do I feel this way about life or death
Why do I steal an kill Your life
Fiends get high in 'em all day
The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
You don't know my town is the truth
Welcome to Brooklyn, now put your
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
aint have no license
Gotta shoot my hands like a streetfighter call me bison
That's on god I will leave your chain and take your life cause that shits
the dresser, the gauge
Five-seven MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance
Fiends get high in 'em all day
The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
You don't know my town is the truth
Welcome to Brooklyn, now put your
that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
out on the block
Up on the phone, talkin' about
(My skin is tan like the front of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my hair's alright whatever way I want
in a drop of condensation
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
I, I have my reasons to doubt
There is a case to be made
Two billion heartbeats
in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you
Was having dough i'm like fuck critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can
life
Lord have mercy!
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin'
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
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