Lyrics:
Łajzol wildstyle jazda bez hampli
Bardzo pojebany typ co porwie twoje fanki
Karmi go rap i tego nie da się ukryć
Bo zjada wack MC's od WWA po Brooklyn
Jego
to raise
Sean Joseph, and then about five years later
Conceived a little Jesse on vacation to Jamaica, they was
They was living in Brooklyn, from
to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who
nazočni, panduru da me zatoči
Potez kamikaza ka u Tekken-u Kazama
Život mi je drama ka Edi u Prikazama
Tutum tama, brda, beton, kurac, Brooklyn su i Compton
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
I go to bed at night
Hoping when I wake
This will all be gone
Like it was just a dream
And I'll be home again
Back again in Brooklyn
Back with
(S) What we going to do right we going
To start this mother fucker of in
Brooklyn best style you heard me
(R, Sauce mother fuckin)
(S) Then I am
and some Timbs, walkin' through the streets of Brooklyn
Times feel like I belonged there, I done had some strong years
Priorities fucked up whenever my
the crew be all that
Hey yo, hickory dickory dock I'm under the Brooklyn block yes
Who's the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest
Diggatie do re
We crossed the Brooklyn Bridge about ten or twelve hours ago
An angel takes the wheel from me when I'm too tired to drive alone
Mesmerized by highway
to stop
Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much
(Yeah, uh huh, yeah, Queen Pen take it to the Brooklyn Bridge)
Stop being by yourself,
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
And I ride a wild buck through the streets of Brooklyn
We travel and we roam, we're an American band
Where I lay my head's my home with my american man
I
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
I had dreams of rockin with my man B.I.G.
Talk about Brooklyn thugs the way they used to be
What kinda kicks are that? Why they snatchin off ya hat?
cuts on your CD, compare it to blues
Get this one official stamp, boost the amp
Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance
I
it to the Brooklyn Bridge)
Stop being by yourself, now you hung with the crew
I took the bangs out my hair over the summer, I grew
Me and my
Red
[Verse 3: St. Nikolas]
Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary
Known for making Scott flees out of black hosery
Do dirt, pull it over my
Did ya like the flowers I sent
Coulda called to thank me
Well, ya coulda called
And I tried to kiss you,
On Brooklyn Avenue
But you got in
dressed and prepare for war)
(Yo the wars wit everything outside your door)
(It's a rude awakening but it's more in store)
When I walk through Brooklyn
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
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
Well these
I'm disgusted by these sanctimonious bastards
Who baptize their flock with their fondlings
Masturbation, sodomies and hypocritical vows of chastity
their first child
My pop was from Jersey my mom was from Miami
They met in the bed stuy Brooklyn NYC
At Art College and yes they was hippies
So I guess
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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