Lyrics:
soul
Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals)
(Look, ee, Damnit)
([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)
Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]
Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into
([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)
Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]
Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into
BENZ this is what it is (is)
I get it how I live (live)
Imma grind hard the only way for me to live
(live) got hustle in my veins (veins)
I feel it
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
that Steph (Stephen)
Yeah, yeah that ass look so good in that denim (Denim)
Pop out let me get ya number mad quick (Quick)
Only back home for the summer
Boy, you best forget it (Just forget it)
To my parents I'm indebted (I am)
In this game my name embedded
I'm the voice of South Brooklyn (Whoa, whoa,
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
Magik; Crafting Alchemist wire on top of balconies
The choir write this after the crier, then sing it after me
Desires only crispy your attire, this not
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
from Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was slinging raps
He was
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
get for fucking with Kane.
I creep on MC's like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine
to dig in you rappers like a coalmine
Now look what I dug me,
just being honest, b
All-red suit on Suge Knights
I'm Nino Browning
Am I my brother's keeper? No, nigga
I’m only childing no sleep 'til Brooklyn
So I sew
Chasing gold only fools do it I ain't trynna wind up in a ditch
Keep in mind money just a tool it don't really make a nigga rich
Once you get it
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
gotta tuck
Huh, look i took it step-by-step
I took it day by day
I made up my mind if I saw a opp
I'ma eat his food and I'ma say my grace
This is my
faster and faster, pulling Leonard by the whip, now flying over the ground. Close to the edge, the only way was... take off. And that’s what they did. Soon
team
Everything I been through, everything I seen
Only motivates my hunger
Get that shit by any means (Aah, aah)
We been poppin' on the scene,
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what?
catatonic, wrapped in mummy cloth
Phony baloney bunny hops, but the money talks
And now is the only time I listen
Vision blurred tryna choose the proper
Words
Discuss these only a look by brooklyn tabernacle choir Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In