Lyrics:
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
'94
East coast represent
Bad Boy
Rock
ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
'94
East coast represent
Bad Boy
Rock
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
y'all, dogs from East to West Coast
All my dogs we could smoke, we 'bout to take some bank roll
Everywhere that I go, man I see the same hoes
I know
That you wrote! Philly!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait up
Hold up, I ain't done yo, I got one mo'
What's in the trunk'll air
(ear) you if I let it fly,
many lessons learned from here
I'm telling the people with open ears
Even the partially deaf I hope can hear
When I'm asleep and I drift and I see what
play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls
your house down
Verse 2
You hear me knocking baby let me in. you hear it knocking baby let me in and when the beat knocks it knocks you down got
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
little niggas get gun pounding
Keep moving, who saved you?
Play who? Not me
Me and Bronson, not we
Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast
Ice is
the East Coast rocks)
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
[Pacewon]
Yo! This is every man for himself and things not sweet
IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don't
in aye aye
It don't matter where I go
Or what I'm up against
East Coast or West Coast
Baby I'm up next
Every time I get home
I just feel so blessed
Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin
Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'
By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'
I
texting AR
Tryna find out a whole lot of information
But every time you rap I
Hear the crowd whispering
Like I ain't tryna hear this shit again
I'm tryna
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Hahahahahahah! Don't be scared of me
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you
Uhh, uhh
From the slums the East of Athens
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