Lyrics:
mouth, to the street, I got the heat
Hold the fort
Then I lock, every block, every hood
What you thought
From the south, to the west, to the east
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brooklyn at!
I'm right here, big; ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig, Benz style fly
Bush wick sick, East New York
Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous
But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz
I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
I'm right there big ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig bed-stuy fly
Bushwick sick east new york walk the Brownsville grill ill you see I gota fort
sick, East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill
You see, I got a Fort Green lean, Clinton hill the chill red-hook look, man
Ain't no shook hands in
Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)
Royal Flush
How a Fort Worth native
Got a East Coast cadence
I was born with the gift of gab
Riding around bumpin' Hov and Fab
Wordplay Pryor it'll make you
represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orangemount
Black Haven, East Memphis, West
And bricks was gettin' shipped outta East L.A.
It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fort Greene
beasts
The finesse of the West, the masterpiece of the East
Hah, the boss of course
As the lord of our fort
The ones with the platinum vocal chords
FORT SUMNER BLUES
There are red rock canyons in the Navajo land,
Tall stone monuments that stand so grand.
Sacred mountains, east and west,
Where
Killa Kadafi beside us
Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us
Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up
From East to West Coast yo, don't
Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit (brrap, brrap)
Chicago (brrap, brrap), Bed-stuy (brrap, brrap)
Flatbush (brrap, brrap), Brownsville
Long Island and Jersey get as fly as they want
But I must tell ya, where we rest is no joke
So let me break it down to sections for you slowpokes
Fort
Fort Lauterdale, which is just a
stone's throw from this very sickly horribly smelling disgustingly debauched studio I'm sitting in, talking to
you from.
making beats I gotta kill that huh
You feel that uh
That's that real rap huh
Representing Carolina Fort Mill that's them
If you stacking stack something
She's from the East Bay
Broke some hearts in San Jose
Said she doesn't know if she'll stay
More than a day
Never knew West Coast girls
Could read
myself inside the booth
You would think I'm playing fort the way I'm looking for some blue
Got a brown bitch, say she's from the middle east
Who you think
hotty, burn myself inside the booth
You would think I'm playing fort the way I'm looking for some blue
Met a brown bitch, said she's from the middle east
the fort
Stone cold run it back for more
I ain't ever gon' drop the ball
Doubted utmost
I don't give a uh though
Follow me and shadow
You would think that
baise fort et j'embarque la tise
Elle follow le mob comme une fanatique
C'est réel j'fais bosser son cardio
Elle souffle comme une asthmatique
Elle veux
shipped outta east LA
It's brooklyn where niggas lives is tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wives was tooken
Fort greene and hemlock
The 5th been cocked
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(Bushwick) You don't stop
(Fort Greene) You won't stop (niggas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC
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