Boom dash, I had to break, I had to getaway my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday Kissed my mother, my pops a pound Then he hugged me, and then he turned I threw the duffelbag over my It was time to get props kid, now I'm older Time to for myself jack So i'ma go for mine, and never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train Needed some boom for the mental It took the last of my loot to make move troop But I ain't even tryin to in a suit Plus my got a room that's for rent As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home So fuck the bullshit I'm I'm on a mission, cause if I stay go crazy I'm gonna make it God Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the They fake it just slam it Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
Crash bang I used to hang at four corners And all the spots in beantown where carry burners But I was turned on by the micraphone So one morning, I left home Next I'm smokin on ? Or in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and Tired, of payin all these up dues I wasn't tryin to lose -- I Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in Sometimes all you to get by, is a girlie But yo I wasn't happy I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen new york is no joke kid And to my man hass doin his bad I went to to buy incense and weed Stopped at the bookstands for to read That shit was rough my pockets was bare And the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair But in my there ain't no quittin So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to rhythms Seconds away from flippin But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be See i'ma it God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the I'll never fake it slam it in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet
And you can, the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's scheamin on your and fronts But don't sweat it, cause that's the out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out I got my own in bed-stuy Known to others, as do or die x boulevard and gates avenue Smokin up the fat bags with the crew Me and the niggaz troy and Used to dutch masters, we got nice weekly I used to with the brothers by the spot They had to hustle but still knew a lot To get my had to go to fort greene On myrtle ave, to get a with the sides clean Then to just to look around Just to roam around, and find a chick to go And check a movie or shit like that I couldn't spend but yo my game was fat I remember one chick, she brought me a beeper Then one week later, she got me sneakers But I stepped, cause I found out about her rep And I ain't goin out no bitch's pet But I used to lay up in the crib Listening to red and marley, I was on kid Saved my dough, on the down low Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, and gunsmoke And lil' dap to come by strapped Nice off a l cause we like that I used to miss my moms Gunshots in the twilight, fightin every night But i'ma be still i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm gonna make it God Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the I never fake it slam it Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the *echoes*