| Brooklyn be billions and billions, I be Brooklyn Bill
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| It was Brooklyn where my uncle got hooked on krillz
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| A billion warped thoughts travel through the grime in his mind
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| A billion wars fought between crime designed in the devine
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| A billion seconds ago, it was nineteen fifty-nine
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| A billion minutes ago, Jesus Christ was alive
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| A billion hours ago, we were living in the stone ages
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| A billion dollars, the definition what cocaine is
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| This be a Brooklyn thing where Kings stampede
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| We got hundreds of greedy geniuses that get that cream
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| Acopolco Gold grab dutches at the bodega
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| Stuntin' in stashed Air Maxes, those are my most favourite
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| We met fanphibian, fucked up, I need lithium
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| Sabotage my life with northern lights and pifium
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| I been the illest William since Billy D
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| Sold Colt 45 of TV, it’s really me, Billy Brooklyn
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| This is Brooklyn
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| Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
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| I’m from BBr-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
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| Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn
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| (Verse 2: Mr Metaphor)
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| Yeah, you love the way I’m a burrough sound chopped up
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| Fuck around, that’s exactly how you found, chopped up
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| In Gowanus Canal with a sock in your mouth inside a hefty bag
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| Looking like Oscar the Grouch
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| No future, It’s Apocalypse Now
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| You get blasted off, rocketship stlye
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| Brooklyn bad, the beautiful, the bomb
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| Its musical charm and I ain’t talking Louie Vatton
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| I’m talking Tim boots, baseball caps, and facemasks
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| Polo patches, skully caps, and nap sacks
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| Fat sacks of weed, half black and Japanese
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| Drug pushers turning cats to catastrophe
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| It ain’t the movies, you ain’t gonna believe
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| Outsiders try to enter but they ain’t gonna leave
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| (Verse 3: Brooklyn Academy)
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| I learned how to survive on the crossroads of a street and an avenue
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| Where kids brawl over stick ball and use a bat for beating you black and blue
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| Little bastards that would laugh at you if you were sweeter than passion fruit
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| Until your heart hardens on the streets with the Brooklyn attitude
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| And we would rumble like the Jets and the Sharks
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| But on Friday the spics and white chicks had sex in the park
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| And we didn’t give a fuck from which section you are
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| But if you gonna step to somebody, you step with some heart
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| When we travel from Longbow to Marcey, from Partsworth to Canarsie
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| The strong and thorough made a name like John Turtturo
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| Our block was born so you’d lock your doors of fear of knocks
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| The birthplace of 2Pac Shakur
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| This is Brooklyn, the shots? |
| like poker face
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| Carve your skin like a Jack-o-lantern and crack jokes like Adam Sandler
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| Commit a crime with an open case, robbing armoured cars
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| With the warrant squad chasing you in the dark through Prospect Park
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| (Verse 4: Brooklyn Academy)
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| The Dodger’s first home where I bought my first phone
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| I had my first? |
| , where I broke my first bone
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| Flipped my first nick, where I got my first girlfriend to suck her first dick
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| Where I ate Section 8, where I took my first shit
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| Where I had my first fight, where I joined my first gang
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| Where I first broke night, hold tight, it’s where I dropped my first shroom
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| Where I took my first bump, where I heard my first tune thump
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| Out Jamel’s first Maxima trunk, after that, matter fact
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| Actual fact, it’s where I first landed a track in the lab with the AK
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| The land that I rep go like?
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| I fight for it like a Palestenian with a stone
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| B-R double O-K Corral where the illest MC could come spit a loser’s morale
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| The most popular burrough where everyone wants to stay
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| My home, our zone, all hail BK |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm from Brooklyn, artist - Al'Tarba. Album song Rap, Ultraviolins & Beatmaking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп