Boom dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a my mother, gave my pops a pound Then he me, and then he turned around I threw the over my shoulder It was to get props kid, cause now I'm older Time to fend for jack So go for mine, and maybe never come back at the lye spot before I hit the train station Needed some boom for the mental It the last of my loot to make this move troop But I ain't tryin to work in a suit Plus my got a room that's for rent As long as there's no hoes and I don't come bent So the bullshit I'm audi I'm on a mission, if I stay I'll go crazy I'm gonna make it God Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the They never fake it just it Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
Crash boom I used to hang at four corners And all the spots in beantown niggaz carry burners But I was more on by the micraphone So one cold morning, I left Next I'm blunts on ? Or workin in a mail room uptown, sick and Tired, of payin all fucked up dues I wasn't tryin to lose -- I Had a chick uptown, one in and one in jersey Sometimes all you to get by, is a girlie But yo I still wasn't I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, nightly East new is no joke kid And peace to my man hass his bad I to flatbush to buy incense and weed at the bookstands for somethin to read That shit was rough my pockets was bare And like the sayin goes, life ain't fair But in my heart there ain't no So I up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms Seconds away just flippin But fuckit I'll maintain, one day be hittin See i'ma it God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the I'll never it just slam it There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
And you can, walk the walk talk the but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's on your rings and fronts But sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real out here I got my own place in to many others, as do or die Malcolm x boulevard and gates Smokin up the fat trey bags the crew Me and the niggaz and squeaky to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly I used to build with the brothers by the They had to but they still knew a lot To get my haircut had to go to greene On ave, to get a fade with the sides clean Then to fulton just to look Just to roam around, and find a chick to go And check a movie or some shit that I couldn't spend much but yo my was fat I remember this one chick, she brought me a Then one week later, she got me some But then I stepped, cause I found out her rep And I ain't out bein no bitch's pet But I used to lay up in the crib Listening to red and marley, I was on kid my dough, stayed on the down low Lounged and drank with tommy, hill 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, people every night But i'ma be aight i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm gonna it God damnit Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the I never fake it slam it in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*