| Badmon representing
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| Peace to the world
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| Peace to the earth
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| Check it out
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| I said, shit ain’t been the same since we made Killuminati
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| Hex across my chest see it written across my body
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| Bury me in gold 47 karat casket
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| Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper
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| What if I told you there was nothing to be scared of
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| Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya
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| Look at all the lives that we lost 'cause we fear love
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| To the unknown and Biggie’s dream getting teared up
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| Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on
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| Its incoherent to the very things we planned on
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| Can’t understand it if you never expand your
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| Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times
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| Thanking God I’m still alive
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| Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie
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| But lord knows I try
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| Tell me how we gon' survive in America
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| It’s a mass terror in everything I’m telling ya
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| Yo, it;s a genocide going on outside
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| Homicide, suicide, choose a side
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| You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified
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| Who deserve to die, hope it’s never mine
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| Got my mama horrified every time I go outside
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| I can feel her heart beat when I’m in these dark streets
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| Yeah man I’m from Marcy, so the fact I made it here
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| Should in fact be haunting, 'cause I can make it anywhere
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| And nigga I’m
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| That’s right I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| Said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| To the world
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| Yo, had ties to troops in Bed Stuy
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| Following, my heart stopped at the red light
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| Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight
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| Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite
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| Its plain in Brooklyn, don’t get your chain took when you’re not looking
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| Ain’t nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand
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| Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand
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| Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel
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| Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel
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| Like I said the flow so ill, like I’m writing wills
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| When the skills get spilled
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| So tell me what you think you better not blink
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| But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step
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| I got 'em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep
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| Its the Brooklyn set and I don’t see no threats
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| I don’t see no threats nigga
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| Its the best nigga, you guessed nigga
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| Ya ya, ya ya
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| I said I tell 'em right here I’m from
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| That’s right I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| Said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| To the world
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| Big up everybody out in Flatbush
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| Big up everybody out in Brownsville
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| Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy
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| Big up everybody in the ground still
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| Big up everybody in the Canarsie
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| Big up everybody all my people out in Coney
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| Big up everybody out in East New York
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| Big up all my Brooklyn people all across
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own
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| My baby
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| I said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |