| Don’t make me put down my beer cause I’ll bust that grill
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| And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville
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| Wiseguy, good fella, mean street, city dwella
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| And if you talk that shit than you wind up in my cellar
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| I’ll bat you to the pulp with my fiction
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| My diction, causes friction in any jurisdiction
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| The lordz run the rackets on the ponies, my cronies
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| Stuck a feather in my hat and they called it macaroni
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| Yo they call me Scotty Edge from the tenement slum
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| I had to fight to get a crumb it’s the white shark in the chum
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| You can tell where I’m from, from the letters on my jacket
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| I got a crew that’s gonna back it, there a bad freegin racket
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| They soldier up when it’s time to go to war
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| Outsiders on the turf and we meet at the corner store
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| And drink and to we stumble, to it’s time to go and rumble
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| Like the Wanderers, we’re warriors and we’re on the move for trouble
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| Yo I’m trapped in the racket and I can’t get out
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| Yo I’m trapped in the racket and I can’t get out
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| Yo I’m trapped in the racket and I can’t get out
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| I said I can’t get out they pull me right back in
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| Well it’s the bad racket sound throwin' down for the crown
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| You better take those colors off if you’re steppin' in my town
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| I got no time for the gat cause that shits wikiwak
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| Yo you must be smokin' crack if you think you can get with this style
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| Take it New York bound we’re the originators of the rap throwdown
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| From the Bronx to Manhattan, Brooklyn keep them clappin'
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| I got Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin' yo
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| I can’t get out they pull me right back in
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| It’s the bad freegin racket with the Brooklyn battle hymn
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| They call me gentleman Jim, we’re original like sin
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| We’re the Lordz they’re the frauds you find them in a garbage bin
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| You can’t tag you’re not a writer it’s time to pay the bag piper
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| You’re just a biter a yo yo overnighter
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| I’m Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat
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| Let’s have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street
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| Talk is cheap like a parakeet
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| If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep
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| Well it’s the capo with the flow from the social club
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| The Feds rock the tapes when they make the dubs
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| I go to rags to riches like the Big Ragu
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| It’s the LOB crew with the Budweiser brew
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| Boom Bata Bing, Boom Bata Bing check it
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| It’s the Lordz of Brooklyn bad racket respect it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bad Racket , by - Lordz Of Brooklyn. Song from the album All In The Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп