Song Meaning

This track is a raw, unapologetic declaration of Brooklyn pride and street survival. The opening lines immediately establish a territorial stance, "Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die." The narrator isn't just representing his neighborhood; he's asserting a commitment to it, even in the face of danger. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a gritty environment where threats are immediate and defenses are necessary, with phrases like "any one of these niggas could blow your grill" and "the battlefield's blastin' at will." The central tension lies in the duality of life in this "Crooklyn." It's a place that demands toughness and vigilance, where survival often means being armed and ready. Tek's verse highlights this, stating, "Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds," and contrasting it with those who "ain't bustin' off, just shootin' the breeze." This isn't just about aggression; it's about the perceived necessity of it for self-preservation and maintaining one's position in a harsh landscape. The chorus, "Brooklyn where we live at / Jugg-lin' the good crack / Hand-lin' a big gat," starkly summarizes this reality, linking the neighborhood directly to illicit activities and the constant threat of violence. The lyrics employ a direct, almost confrontational style, using vivid imagery and street slang to immerse the listener in the experience. The repetition of "Brooklyn where we live at" in the chorus acts as a powerful anchor, reinforcing identity and belonging despite the dangers. Steele's verse, "I'm a- Brooklyn survivor, these streets is hotter than lava," uses a potent metaphor to convey the intensity of the environment. The narrative also touches on aspiration within this context, with Tek mentioning leaving to "start out clean" but ultimately deciding against it, "So why would I up and leave, behind all my team / All that cream." This suggests a deep-seated loyalty and a belief that the rewards, however illicit, are worth staying for. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a specific reality. They don't shy away from the harshness, the danger, or the illegal activities, but frame them as integral parts of the Brooklyn identity and survival strategy. The confidence and defiance woven throughout the verses create a compelling narrative of resilience and pride, making the listener understand the deep connection the artists have to their borough, for better or worse. The repeated assertion of their presence and their readiness, "And any time of the day we bring the heaters out," solidifies this unwavering commitment.

Smif-N-Wessun - Rap, Independent

Super Brooklyn

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[Verse 1: Steele] S-T what I represent, N-Y Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die For the record let it be known - chrome for sale And any one of these niggas could blow your grill Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hill Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin' at will [Verse 2: Tek] Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll Be the same 'til the day that I'm laid down Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds Takin' shit like for a game, actin' like clowns - always playin' You ain't bustin' off, just shootin' the breeze 'Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at [Chorus: Both] 'Cause Brooklyn where we live at Jugg-lin' the good crack (Roo-roo!) Hand-lin' a big gat My army got my bi-zack [Verse 3: Steele] I'm a- Brooklyn survivor, these streets is hotter than lava Top of saliva, burn you like fire I'm a- B.K.D.C.S.T Smokin' Nestlé with a chick in a G.S. Tree Why Missy so sexy but she's a bitch Chill shorty, you can't play me I'm a general baby, what you crazy Bucktown where niggas be actin' so shady [Verse 4: Tek] Welcome to Crooklyn, where we send shots to ya fitted Rock two tone doo rags and whips and kid it I love to shit it, fuck you if you ain't wit' it Out here I know the D.A. get cases acquitted So why would I up and leave, behind all my team All that cream, go to where new and start out clean My sixteen, these niggas cramp with hoes Been all around the word, still Brooklyn's own [Chorus: Both] Brooklyn where we live at Jugg-lin' the good crack (Roo-roo!) Hand-lin' a big gat My army got my bi-zack Brooklyn where we live at Jugg-lin' the good crack (Roo-roo!) Hand-lin' a big gat My army got my bi-zack [Bridge: Both] What we live is what you read about And any time of the day we bring the heaters out My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out Now you wonderin' what Cocoa B's about? (Cocoa beez, Cocoa beeeez! Coco-) [Verse 4: Steele] B-R-double-O K-L-Y-N with a couple hoes Tired of coppin' weed bags, had enough of those Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast On point for the B's and whenever beef approach If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost [Verse 5: Tek] All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest Can't tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies Come through in fresh wears, always drivin' Mercedes Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin' scent Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck, out in [Chorus: Both] Brooklyn where we live at Jugg-lin' the good crack (Roo-roo!) Hand-lin' a big gat My army got my bi-zack Brooklyn where we live at Jugg-lin' the good crack (Roo-roo!) Hand-lin' a big gat My army got my bi-zack [Outro: Both] Where we live is what you read about And any time of the day we bring the heaters out My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out And now you wonderin' what Cocoa B's about?

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Writers: Tek
Steele
Koji Kondo
DJ Rob
Domingo

Super Brooklyn

Super Brooklyn

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