Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Lyrics

Brooklyn, Brooklyn Brooklyn, you heard? (It's real!) Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, Brooklyn Brooklyn, you heard? Yo, yo, yo, yo Brooklyn, Brooklyn It's real! Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, Brooklyn Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Yo I'm from the home of the penny-getters St. Ides, Rémy sippers Home of the stealers, like three rivers and semi-spitters Where cats ball like Michael and Scottie, with plenty of figures Right from shotties, better put a knife in your body Money be ya man's wife, but then he fights [?] his Audi [?] kill a [?], then [???] and Gotti Cash niggas are a'ight, but be snotty Flip on 'em, dog, use their tongue to wipe when we potty Shit on 'em all, the home of the thoroughbred criminal [?] through tenants and generals Is born, bred, and raised, only cowards are minimal Thugs [?] cars, started fannin' you Just a tomahawk, chop your face like the Florida State Seminoles Cats don't pretend to do nothin', follow the movement We can farther [???], becoming students to the revolver Home of the pressure game, it's just plain harder Home of the smartest crook, Jackie Robinson, and the Dodgers Home of Marauders, sit, burn, and workin' with the [?] Burn the green, burn your sense of me in the '89 burgundy Beamer Hurtin' 'em hard, home of the [?] be older like the [?] Ain't no other home like Medina Brooklyn, Brooklyn The county of kings (It's real!) From East New York to the [?] streets to the [?] Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) Home of the killa dillas and thugs (Brooklyn, you heard?) If it's your home, show a brother love Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) The county of kings (It's real!) (Brooklyn, you heard?) From East New York to the [?] streets to the [?] Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) Home of the killa dillas and thugs (Brooklyn, you heard?) If it's your home, show a brother love I'm from the home of thugs Hustle your chrome in them bushes By the pay phone to blush you Some zone out and rush you For no reason other than to touch you Tussle back, yik yak With your dough clutch through swollen knuckles Brooklyn bangs out What you ain't know hook you The reason why the pressure game's the best Pure muscle, got it all Rockstar dudes, broke thugs, shrimps, lobster dudes Decepts, Crips, Bloods, mobster dudes Lots of dudes poppin' dudes' Valuchi Poppin' dudes for [?] Poppin' dudes for nothin' more than they Gucci [?] and [?] for dudes make the verse Move with the cootie Thugs are [?] Pop shots at cops on duty And full-green [?] get the [?] Pink [?] and LG Van Dyke [???] Food in church New [?] to get [?] Red [?] Kingsborough We swing thorough from the Ville to the STYE We the best like Jay-Z, MOB, and B-I-G Daddy Kane Gangstars, young MCs, rhyme G like me Rep BK 'til I D-I-E Brooklyn, Brooklyn The county of kings (It's real!) From East New York to the [?] streets to the [?] Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) Home of the killa dillas and thugs (Brooklyn, you heard?) If it's your home, show a brother love Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) The county of kings (It's real!) (Brooklyn, you heard?) From East New York to the [?] streets to the [?] Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Brooklyn, you heard?) It's real! Show a brother love Brooklyn, Brooklyn It's real Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, Brooklyn, (Brooklyn, you heard?) Show a brother love Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard? Brooklyn, you heard?