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I come from Bed-Stuy |
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Where niggaz either do or they gone die |
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Gotta keep the Ratchett close by |
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Someone murdered |
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Nobody seen, nobody heard it |
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Just another funeral service |
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Niggaz will get at you |
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Come through shinin', they yap you |
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In broad daylight kidnap you |
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Best get clap through |
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Police stay on us like tattoos |
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Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to |
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Money is power |
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Sling crack, weed and powder |
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Fiends come through every hour |
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It's all about that dollar |
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And we no deal with cowards |
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Weak lamb get devoured |
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By the lion in the concrete jungle |
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The strong stand and rumble |
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The weak fold and crumble |
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It's the land of trouble |
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Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers |
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BIG comes first then the queen comes after |
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Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy |
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Put your lighters up, New York |
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Put your lighters up, D.C. |
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Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia |
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Put your lighters up, Detroit |
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Put your lighters up, Chi-town |
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Keep putting them lighters up |
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No matter where you from, put your lighters up |
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Now, let me give you a walk through |
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Show you what to do and you don't do |
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Where its not safe to go to |
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Them boys approach you |
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Better say quick who you close to |
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Don't come through if niggaz don't know you |
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'Cuz people is talking |
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The streets is watching |
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The G's is lurking |
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Stash the nine in the garbage |
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The life of a hustla |
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The life of a gambler |
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Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer |
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You know who you **** with |
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Brooklyn don't run, we run shit |
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Roll up and just bumrush shit |
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We don't play that |
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Out in Bk, not at all |
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For a pound leave your face on the wall |
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R.I.P in memory of |
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Never show thy enemies love |
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We get it on where we live |
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You better have a pass when you cross that bridge |
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Welcome to Brooklyn |
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Put your lighters up, LA |
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Put your lighters up, VA |
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Put your lighters up, Texas |
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Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans |
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Put your lighters up, St. Louis |
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Put your lighters up, A-T-L |
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Keep putting them lighters up |
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No matter where you from, put your lighters up |
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Damn homie, I'm so tore |
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And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more |
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And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more |
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But **** it, bartender, you can give me one more |
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We in the club like |
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(Damn homie, I'm so tore) |
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Lighting the dutch like |
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(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more) |
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Passing the bub like |
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(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more) |
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Back at the bar like |
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(**** it, bartender, you can give me one more) |
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See, BIG done told you |
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I'm the hottest bitch on the planet |
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Biggest sex symbol, since Janet |
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There's a Nolte bandit |
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Laying in the cut like a bandage |
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Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish |
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Doing them damage |
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And if you don't understand it |
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Then let me give it to you in Spanish |
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Soy la senorita mas Linda del |
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Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio |
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Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto |
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You must of forgot though |
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So I'mma take you back to the block yo |
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Put you on to how we rock yo |
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Some are boosting |
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12-year olds prostituting |
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Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution |
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Niggaz, still piss in the hallways |
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Fiends get high on em' all day |
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The youth them bang at the cops off the roof |
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If you don't know my town is the truth |
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Welcome to Brooklyn |
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Now put your lighters up, New Jersey |
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Put your lighters up, Boston |
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Put your lighters up, B-More |
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Keep putting your lighters up, Miami |
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Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico |
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Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica |
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Keep putting them lighters up |
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No matter where you from, put your lighters up |
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Damn homie, I'm so tore |
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And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more |
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And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more |
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But **** it, bartender, you can give me one more |
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We in the club like |
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(Damn homie, I'm so tore) |
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Lighting the dutch like |
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(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more) |
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Passing the bub like |
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(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more) |
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Back at the bar like |
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(**** it, bartender, you can give me one more) |