Boom dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to for good, it was a monday Kissed my mother, my pops a pound Then he hugged me, and he turned around I threw the duffelbag my shoulder It was to get props kid, cause now I'm older Time to fend for myself So go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the station Needed some boom for the mental It took the last of my loot to make move troop But I ain't even to work in a suit Plus my aunt's got a room for rent As long as there's no hoes and I come home bent So fuck the bullshit I'm I'm on a mission, cause if I I'll go crazy I'm gonna it God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the never fake it just slam it Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
Crash boom bang I to hang at four corners And all the spots in beantown where carry burners But I was more turned on by the So one morning, I left home Next I'm smokin on ? Or workin in a mail uptown, feelin 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 a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly new york is no joke kid And peace to my man hass his bad I went to flatbush to buy and weed Stopped at the bookstands for to read That shit was cause my pockets was bare And like the goes, sometimes life ain't fair But in my heart there no quittin So I up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms Seconds from 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 never fake it just slam it There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
And you can, walk the walk the talk but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's scheamin on your and fronts But don't sweat it, cause the life out here A lot of niggaz, be real trife out here I got my own place in to many others, as do or die Malcolm x and gates avenue Smokin up the fat trey with the crew Me and the niggaz and squeaky to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly I used to build the brothers by the spot They had to but they still knew a lot To get my had to go to fort greene On myrtle ave, to get a fade the sides clean Then to fulton to look around to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown And check a movie or shit like that I couldn't spend much but yo my was fat I this one chick, she brought me a beeper Then one week later, she got me sneakers But then I stepped, cause I found out her rep And I ain't goin out bein no pet But anyway I to lay up in the crib to red and marley, wishin I was on kid Saved my dough, on the down low Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, and gunsmoke And lil' dap used to by strapped Nice off a l cause we stayed like Sometimes I used to my moms Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every But be aight still 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 it just slam it Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet