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 me, and then he turned around I threw the duffelbag my shoulder It was time to get kid, cause now I'm older Time to fend for myself So go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye before I hit the train station Needed some for the mental relaxation 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 as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent So the bullshit I'm audi 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 boom bang I used to hang at corners And all the spots in where niggaz carry burners But I was more turned on by the So one morning, I left home I'm smokin blunts on ? Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin and Tired, of all these fucked up dues I wasn't tryin to -- I refused Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in all you need to get by, is a girlie But yo I wasn't happy I seen a lot of ill on my block, happen nightly East new york is no kid And to my man hass doin 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 sayin goes, sometimes life ain't But in my there ain't no quittin So I stayed up late, to write some to some rhythms Seconds from just flippin But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be See make it God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the I'll never fake it just it There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the
And you can, walk the talk the talk but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's on your rings and fronts But don't sweat it, cause that's the out here A lot of niggaz, be livin trife out here I got my own place in Known to others, as do or die Malcolm x boulevard and gates Smokin up the fat trey with the crew Me and the niggaz and squeaky 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 to fulton just to look around Just to roam around, and find a to go uptown 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 goin out bein no bitch's pet But anyway I to lay up in the crib Listening to red and marley, I was on kid Saved my dough, on the down low and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke And lil' dap used to come by Nice off a l cause we like that Sometimes I used to my moms Gunshots in the twilight, fightin every night But be aight still Cause keep writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm make it God damnit in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet I never fake it just it Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet