Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Bklyn Side, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imor
Song language: English
On The Bklyn Side |
| I’m from the dark blocks |
| Up where the ball drops |
| And we don’t 'volve cops |
| Cause we involve shots |
| Still we party in the hood like it’s not hot |
| Steady wavy changing women like a liquor shot |
| Drama comes looking shy, then they reconsider |
| Get the picture like the link posted on your Twitter |
| Brooklyn niggas is a different type of nigga |
| I’m like a e-mail cause my flow difference delivers |
| Grammar like a flashlight |
| Life is of weed sales |
| And sex is the punishment |
| Struggles of detail |
| We fail to realize |
| The truth will affect the effect of real lives |
| Illa’s a man first, I’ll look you in the eye |
| My Ruger will blam first, and put you in the sky |
| Keep the pressure on the balls so the jewels shimmer |
| Illa Ghee and the rapper 'bout shooting niggas |
| It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side |
| I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die |
| Yeah, General Steele, I’m known for that big-head rap |
| That’s why I get away clean when that kid got clapped |
| Man slaughter the beat, man I kidnap track |
| Continue the criminal enterprise, to get that trap |
| Crack his ass, why do blacks have to live like that |
| Try to survive the hood with rats and Satan sit on your back |
| You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight |
| Have a bang-out with neighbors you knew your whole damn life |
| We gon' pop after school right in the broad daylight |
| And where the pretty Brooklyn bitches, the broads do fight |
| Blowing exotic, ducking the detect |
| Rotten apple coppers be gun-bucking on reflex |
| I’m from the p-jects, point guards and rejects |
| Some make it, some get left stretched at recess |
| I try to told you school’s the move |
| If you snooze you lose then get schooled with tools |
| It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side |
| I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die |
| Uh, the three b’s |
| Be stopped, be fail, and Bushwick |
| What you get is three sides of a triangle |
| In each heart, we scarred throughout the years |
| Timetable, knowing these streets unstable |
| Survival is a head stain |
| Tribalism in the way we think |
| Behave before being slaves |
| Uncondition, motherfuckers don’t run from gunfire |
| So welcome to pain |
| Force, the streets they desire |
| It be a rush living life in Brook — nah |
| Project halls that go |
| Lives lost on random floss |
| Bitches in the hood |
| Part of a hustler’s ambitious slime-dicking |
| We all couldn’t pick it |
| For the sake of rocking his chain |
| Getting hit off for paper |
| Baby-mamas and next-door neighbors |
| My birth certificate states 946 |
| Full of the St. James from the womb to the grave |
| Repping Brooklyn |
| It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side |
| I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die |