Lyrics:
is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
that one unit
To self-destruct and end this shit
Pocket boroughs and monkey frames
Broken flowers and decayed graves
A soiled cubicle and mise-en-scene
me, I'm thorough
Deep in the pockets, like Burrow
I can borough deep under, even in the hottest of summers
Keeping it cool, Sub-Zero (uh)
Just Mortal,
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, disease, stress in these N.Y.C
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings,
I tried to tell them I'm a changed man, the game fucked up switch the game plan
That ain't the old him, he changed damn, but can i borough some
I'm thorough in every borough
Throw ya joints in the air
One time and bust your shit
Shit is wicked in these mean streets
So now I'm down for
Shit sound superb
Yeah
Yeah
Flight out the borough to the hills
Yeah
Yeah, fly out the borough to the hills
I could tip the balance of the bill if I
Then I get my pockets full the jeans won't fit me
That's a ten
Oh yeah
And I know I know I know you not convinced
In the Borough
Get the Green ninja
right
I play every, Single borough And your block, Like
I don't give, A fuck my Nigga know I, Gotta get it
All my feens, Essential in the Nighttime know,
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
academy, maunfactures the new slang
My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change
My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang
school why'all,
Ain't a chef I don’t squash beefs
Out of pockets you must leave
Colder than huskies
Tell these bitches to mush Please
Man she fertile
Got a little
and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe I'm freddie
Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from
borough strong
It's just, it's just
It's just me and my gang
It's just me and my gang, yo how you living it?
It's just me and my gang
It's just me and my
run through hurdles
The game is in our pocket
And we got that style
Please don't jock it
You can't stop how it be in New York City
The five boroughs you
to Pop my city gotta shake the room
Brooklyn is my borough baby gotta get it fast
Head to get some fronto bust a right on Nostrand Ave
Shorty played
on to the next like KD
It's a party next door you should come see me
I said 'your borough not safe , what you don't watch TV ?'
And I scooped a bronx chick who
some black feet
Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty,
that I give 'em
Yo, I used to smoke Newports, never toked on a Marlboro
See I'm from the Boogie and I'm proud, cause our borough
Was the first
Gilbert Arenas, shoot my shot
I'm still with the demons, ooh
I keep it thorough
I got five chicks in New York
That means one in each borough
I'm in
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga
I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good
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