Hoodies & Bombers

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[Intro: Tyrone Briggs] Uh, uh Look [Verse 1: Tyrone Briggs] Ski Mask the game like the corners in New York done taught us Overcharge 'em for how they did De La Soul & The Cold Crush Hoodies and bombers my attire until it's over Don't expect for me to lighten up, boy, I'm not Sammy Sosa Protect your neck or expect a deck, I'm from Staten Fell back a few steps and snapped back to find the new era capping Break rappers down to a science, what you gotta provide for this pro-tons For a positive charge, I'll get at 'em Cereal at night, coming up appeared to be normal Was told that money talks and my pockets were anti-social Now I send an invoice every time I turn on Pro Tools I get what you get for a brick to rap the shit I go through Hustle begun with my moms, I come from the slums So now it's my time to eat, don't want none of the crumbs I want the whole plate My starting lineup look like Golden State And this year, we coming after hours like we open late But [Verse 2: Cortez] Roll up Brooklyn Yeah Yo I been dancing on keys, like since a youngin (Uh-huh) P's come in abundance For green, we quick to up it and squeeze (Fuck it) It's in that black hood, we don't tuck it D's they finna rush us When the yellow tape circle your P's (Woo) We grip sticks, we down to ride Brooklyn ballistics, homicides Corner store legends sold bricks out of Mommas Friend Was out my mind ducking charges I learned to corner markets I turned the corner store into a corner office I beg your pardon, but I'm not them, they hating it For all that drip, a pool of blood, you can bathe in it Y'all do it for the 'Gram, them grams? Shit, I was shaving it Fiends like Tony with powder, they put they face in it Whip with the bass in it, it's point eight accurate I'm bodega trafficking, I got the game panicking Can't confuse the confidence with arrogance, it's sacrificial lamb They went and crossed the goat, I turned baphomet Brooklyn
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Credits
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- Tyrone Briggs