| Switchblades for the rumble we’re Lordz we brass knuckle
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| Graffiti never died I made my name in the tunnel
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| It’s all about the fame I came to rain on you warriors
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| Lordz… Come out to play
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| You tried the rest try the best the L-O-R-D-Z of Brooklyn
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| Like the Dodgers not the bums but we’re the bombers
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| There’s a lotta sucker groups they be talkin''bout the troops but we burn them
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| motherfuckers like tar beach on my roof
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| Cause I been around the block doin’proud by my pop
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| I said he worked on the dock busted chumps in his shop
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| Cause when you’re a Lord you’re a Lord all the way
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| From your first cigarette to your last dyin’day
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| Turn it up y’all
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| Here comes that sound
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| The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!
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| Again and again and again and again and again and again
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| Organized freakin’crime dirty ducky boy
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| A hot 110 on you little dumb toys
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| Cause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass ya Lemme tell ya something — Yo who the fuck asked ya?
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| It’s the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin’hard with a bat
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| Here come the Lordz puttin’Brooklyn on the map
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| You can’t get with that you can’t get with this
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| The Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the Ridge
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| Take a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turf
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| I’m feelin’kind of tipsy yo somebody’s gettin’hurt
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| From the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the park
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| Yo we claimed our mark bustin’heads in the bar
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| So step to the side I’m on the edge of suicide
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| Try to claim the fame I’ma snuff you in the eye
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| Give you a swift kick in the ass real fast
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| Mess with AdMoney I’ma put you in the past
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| I never pack a gatt cause I’d rather fight with a pipe
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| Just like a fuckin’Guinea bring a knife to a gunfight
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| Cause you’re listenin’to the Lordz of Brooklyn
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| Couldn’t understand it till your shit got tookin'
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| Step on my block hardrock get dropped
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| Keep your mouth shut when you’re talkin’to a cop
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| Hold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the door
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| Just another stick up everybody hit the floor
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| We’re out Saturday night still stayin’alive
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| You can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin’drunk in some dive
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| We’re some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twisted
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| Like the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fisted
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| Strike picket make way for the union labor
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| Ticket tape parade I couldn’t be no traitor
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| Cause when you’re a Lord you’re a Lord all the way
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| From your first cigarette to your last dyin’day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L.O.B. Sound , by - Lordz Of Brooklyn. Song from the album All In The Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп