Lyrics:
modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my momma is sick, I'm by her beside
Used to watch the show on channel 4
nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
When I was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order,
but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got
sleep in my grave
My Brooklyn style, Big Daddy Kane, Dana Dane
If I was jumped, by niggaz thirty deep
I'll grab one, and make sure they murder me
Only
money and only want breesh and
I got the I got the drip my niggas be carrying pieces
I got no problem money cuz my pockets they only increasing
Oui look
stand, stand by me
So darling darling stand
by me
oh stand
by me
Stand by me
Stand by me
Stand by me
It’s the sky that we look upon
Should crumble
romance not break down and cry
When you ask for a dance
Some fellas talk to her but she walks by
She can only say no, it's not do or die
Like Bedstock,
the Pyramids
I swear life's a bitch, on a period
For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx
I make my jeweler add a few more links
You can look at me tell I
truth
Gripping for a limit but I hang by the noose
Look at me, I don't look nothing at all like you
Church full of hypocrites, they all like you
Well,
This is not beef, this is rap, homie
I don't have a scratch on me,
Ya feel Jay's soft, ya rip Jay off,
Damn, I'm only worth over a hundred million,
Look
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down, body counts only risin'
Them streets look full to ya, villains look poor to ya
Them
moving too fast
And you don't know where to begin
'Cause you've spent a lifetime fitting in
Only to wind up on the other side
By yourself
And every
but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got
to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for
get baptised in
Like a church choir singing
How amazing the Grace
Oh honey you've been restoring my faith
And if I ever saw Heaven it'll look like you
or infirmity. We decided that this needed a choir setting, but in reality all the parts are sung by three people doing their best - Martin, Georgia Fish and me.
Ollie Buckks
Dope and I like it
Only with my homMie
Got real nigga in my DNA
Ain't no bitch in my DNA
[Pre-Chorus]:
You could tell by my eyes I'm
like the boulevard
It's only for those who are hard
Hardcore, we give you more
Cause the bass is bumpin from the third floor
So you look up and all you
the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you
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