Straight Outta Brooklyn

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame] Straight outa Brooklyn, crazy motherfucker named Famesta Born and raised by them [?] gangstas Ain't gotta Diddy bop, keep the cemmi cocked It's an eye for an eye, get that Fetty Wap You know them Brooklyn boys make the city hot Hustle OT, set up shop on any block It's like a scene out of Belly if it really popped Just pick up the phone and let [?] drop Don't give a fuck though, we still gunho More guns than a motherfuckin gun show Bang out on a motherfucker like that With a gat, we got the whole block on smash So [?] Ain't not telling when I'm down for [?] Give it up, cause them boys might blam ya [?] live on camera Sound like I'm a macanic with the tools [?] you a godddamb fool I'm just a crack hero baby, coke diamond We put niggas in the box daily I'm talking monthly, weekly, yearly Most of these bitch ass rap niggas fear me Cause I'm down with the motherfuckin M.O.P Boy you can't fuck with me [Verse 2: Maino] Straight outa Brooklyn, crazy motherfucker named Maino Sparks flying out the chopper like a rainbow Got the crown now, niggas better bow down Big shoes on, weigh an extra 20 pounds Yeah it's prime time, money is the bottom line I fucked every bad bitch on my timeline Son niggas like my bitch birthed them [?] bitch Berkin Put work in Hand on the grip, got the 5th jerkin [?] like the shit's [?] Is it fair for me to ask if you niggas want it? [?] it's your choice, you call it It's the choke or the sleve, the pump or the sleeper You niggas need god, but you begging for the reper No debating now who run these streets In the hood they say K.O.B [Verse 3: Papoose] Straight outa Brooklyn, the wild motherfucker named Papoose For Bang Bridge, I want a triple fat goose Beef, you could be dead here Since I was 20, I kept the 16 on me, like next year The coke make your whole tongue numb, taste it Sold crack in broad daylight, I had the dayshift Ugly ass nigga, the mac give you a face lift Charged Up, Back To Back, I'm on that Drake shit I never finished [?] but I hate haters My girl keep that ruge underneath her waist trainer You got the drop, then don't let me get the weight, player Cause I'm going straight to the 9, just like an 8th grader King of New York, I'm different with the slogon If I say something I ripped, I ripped the nigga open Go in your mouth and follo up Man I'd rather elect Forest Gump before Donald Trump [Verse 4: Troy Ave] Straight outa Brooklyn, a young dope dealer named Troy Ave I'm selling [?] but I never got [?] I get food for my dawgs, everybody eat Everyday out the 7, nobody tweek [?] sneakers [?] Shells on my feet, shells on the floor [?] put shells in his door Snitchin motherfuckers wanna die for the fame B.s.B., we not playing no games [?] 5 of them in the frame Next time we run down with the aim, we straight outa Brooklyn [Verse 5: Uncle Murda] Straight outa Brooklyn, a crazy motherfucker named Murda I was only 8 when I witnessed my first murder OG's shooting in front of the children There was a crack house in the corner of my building Niggas in niggas' pockets like "What you got?" On my way to school, niggas getting shot [?] Niggas banging before they eat breakfast It's gonna be a long winter Niggas come through beefing, come through and shoot the wrong nigga You know hood niggas ain't got no aim On the battlefield niggas probably gonna take your chain Fuck bascketball, I ain't have no game So I dropped out of school to sell Cocaine I was young, looking up to the shooters Like fuck Michael Jordan, I wanna be like Scooter [Verse 6: Moe Chipps] Straight outa Brooklyn, you know I got a body on this [?] [?] Bosky with the 5th Su woo to the Bloods, that probably with the Crips And only bang for the green, that's making sence Money a nigga's mind right Death date for the haters, this is prom night Broad day in the AM, I be in broad site Whole body in the box, nigga go [?] They seen them boys flossin in my town [?] Then I put my boys on them for the brown bag Think [?] a joke, tell them go and laugh Headshot, how funny do you niggas find that? I'm from the [?] that eat a nigga alive Still here, I'm happy I made it to 25 Finally I'm living for all my boys that died Grew up in [?] reside [Verse 7: Lucky Don] Straight outta Brook nigga, get your shit pushed way back Same nigga you shot just got his payback You thought you won [?] getting his payback Popped up on you dancing, take that Brownsville, it's the general speaking And these niggas screaming fuck the police [?] been tryna buck the police Big difference [?] have you missing No friends, fuck niggas, I'm on a mission New number, you can't call me, like look listen You thought your man was a rider Until he hopped off and ran off that glider It's like [?] so real [?] Watch me whip, but I don't Nay Nay