Lyrics:
how hot am I, dark side kind of guy
Fast life, fighter jet when I'm flying by
Hip-hop certified, real fans testify
Beats get crucified, battle me is
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
for the speeches
Rugged dialect in effect with cool features
Out west by beaches with freak shit
It's Brooklyn in the house ----> Junior Mafia
Where
time you claim your moment
Ain't no sleuzing, I can't lay up
Talk is cheap and ain't got time to listen
Better pay up
My name itself is heavy in these
end your day
Shit will feel like its the end of days
High water
Fire rain
Right on these lame
I'm br
Double ok
No matter where I stay
It's in my veins
need a grand in my
Sneaks, gram of the leak, hand on my piece
Anything else is only bringing
Sand to the beach i'm a bad motherfucker
That's why I rose
wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and
"Klap your hands now"
Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on,
The year is 1975 (yeah)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go
Get your hands in
to calm this
Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in
the elemental
The raw essential, the South bound residential
The pure and simple, to resonate in your mental
I flash a dimple, my Shine like precious metal
and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life"
Or, you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
Let her introduce you 'round town like her man
okwuru oooh
It doesn't matter what happens in your life....
Chorus
Omere nke okwuru
Adighi agbagha gi okwu
Omere nke okwuru oooh
By the Authority
take it in stride
Oh yeah I’m takin some strides now
Got rid of the baggage
Know how I’m living my life now
I’m sliding I slide
Straight to the top You
too many cages
Heavy wagers for opposing players
Signal envy
Beanie Siegel
It is in the air
Free for alls cost ya life
Not my concern my
Ok now pick
that's my backbone
These niggas goofy get your act on
Hunnit shootas in the bitch Cause I got to make it back home
Or we gon be up in the church, the choir
plans are gettin hard to uphold
First responder to my call, I put that all on my soul
And put my heart on my goal, my life a movie time to ball in my
neck
Like James Hardens
Extra step
I peep the blast by steps
I peep my life in a flash
Say a prayer
But I'm struggling
Wonder where my Oxygen
Can't
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
runs through your veins
Glinting in the New York City dusk
Broadway Baby, He's taking a nosedive
Broadway Baby on the Brooklyn Bridge
Broadway Baby
your eyes, my life in your hands
We living next door to the Aquilius again
Pardon me fam
But I'mma show you how it is
I'mma show you how we get in
everything
You didn't have to take no
complaints
You washed my slate now it's
clean
Your love for me I see is
faithful
CHOIR:
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
You made a way
but say it, you'll get slaughtered
Unless your name is Layla she's my one and only daughter
Old enough to play in the division we call Masters
But I
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
to fix it
Ever since a kid
Looked in the mirror
Saw an ugly face, wanted to disappear
Don't need ya trust*u2028no not your sympathy
Black magic in my hands
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