Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday Kissed my mother, gave my a pound Then he hugged me, and then he around I the duffelbag over my shoulder It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm Time to fend for jack So go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot I hit the train station Needed boom for the mental relaxation It took the last of my loot to make move troop But I ain't even tryin to work in a Plus my aunt's got a room for rent As long as no hoes and I don't come home bent So fuck the 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 where niggaz carry But I was more turned on by the So one cold morning, I left Next I'm blunts on ? Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin and Tired, of payin all these up dues I wasn't tryin to lose -- I Had a chick uptown, one in and one in jersey all you need to get by, is a girlie But yo I still wasn't I seen a lot of ill on my block, happen nightly East new york is no kid And peace to my man doin his bad I went to to buy incense and weed Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to shit was rough cause my pockets was bare And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't But in my heart there ain't no So I stayed up late, to 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 in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet
And you can, walk the talk the talk but don't flaunt little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out I got my own in bed-stuy Known to others, as do or die Malcolm x and gates avenue Smokin up the fat trey bags the crew Me and the troy and squeaky Used to dutch masters, we got nice weekly I used to with 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 with the clean Then to fulton to look around Just to around, and find a chick to go uptown And check a or some shit like that I couldn't much but yo my game was fat I remember this one chick, she brought me a Then one week later, she got me some But then I stepped, I found out about 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 with tommy, hill and gunsmoke And lil' dap to come by strapped Nice off a l cause we stayed that Sometimes I used to miss my Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every But i'ma be aight Cause i'ma writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm gonna make it God in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet I never fake it just it Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the *echoes*