Lyrics:
wings
There is man in homage to his own kind
When happiness has formed a tear
A woman come laid down his gun
I don't know so much but it's the view from
dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man
the night I'm doin' the boom bang
boogie band for my niggas
No gold diggers it might resort to triggers
But a few tricks that's down for
bamboo
One nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable
Asking my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
Lit it who with it
a bitch from the Bronx that act like new new act
Use to be my man's but I can excuse a rat
Ain't talkin to no cops call my lawyer y'all can chat
Once
Not the one
Not the one to be bitchin'
This is my man's ambition
Then I had a vision of me blowing my ammunition
Make a couple of moves, I'm in
a chalk line, little kids crossing the bridge too young,
Some tortured before they come, (damn)
Evil is here, the boogie man too,
You don't own a gun,
motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow
(a-one, two, a-one, two)
Break of dawn, break of dawn (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
Where my building fell down
The portrait of an artist as a hood
[S] Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete?
[P] Yo the hoods is in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx
Money-makin Strong Island
[S]
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
Verse 1:Dinco D
They got my brother locked down in
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming
In the Bronx where they dying man
So I hope that you understand
That Sometimes
I feel like I’m all by myself
Gotta work hard
So I won’t have
man give me a bad review
The boogie man give me a bad review
Nowhere left to go babe
But deeper down in the stew
Woke up this mornin' everythin'
em; gotta spill
Get it by all means
My fam won't miss a meal
Swiper no swiping
Fox slick,never sqeeled
Man ill khop you in yo neck And keep it moving
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like trump bein' up down up, play with
, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is
to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga feelin?
tired of all y'all crab ass rappers
Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz
Use to be on ocean by the street empire
See my man Buckshot on Bushwick
by the cleaners
Summertime, in a black hoodie
Even on the corner I was writing rhymes nigga, hittin notes like Im A Boogie
I need the money nigga, fuck
way
Booties on max and boobies on rax
But watch for the snake so the boobie don't trap
Don't doze off on some boogie man nap
Wake up to this boogie
to tell
You that I'm funky fresh
And Sly & Robbie simply is the nation's best
We must come (together)
Boogie Down Productions on the
Funky fresh lyric
Sly
It's Boogie
Gang shit
No lame shit
Coming through yo town
It's going down
I shoot lots of rounds
Make gun sounds
Smoking out the pound
I break it
easily blinded by fortune and fame
(Do it man)
*Reggae chanting for 34 secs*
[Lidu Rock]
'cause in the projects man, you got to watch where you walkin
my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I learned about patience
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