| This is the only life I know
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| This is the place that I call home
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| Nigga welcome to Brooklyn
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| Welcome to Brooklyn
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| Brownsville, Brooklyn raised me
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| The only same nigga down here was Jay-Z
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| And that motherfucker ?? |
| am I crazy
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| Choke ‘em a bitch, poke ‘em my nigga (kings county)
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| Bring all your bling
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| You crawl outta here without a motherfuckin' thang
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| That Ferrari, that Buggati
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| The Rolls Royce the bitch with the nice body
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| His ?? |
| coverin' around that after party
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| We’ll youtube some shit and call it the after party
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| Home of Midi Capone and Gotti
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| The original Murder Ink you better ask somebody
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| We’ll tell you what it is, the murder ??
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| Niggas will never make the trip
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| I gotta admit it, my city is pretty
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| Down the red eye to JFK
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| You can see my city glow
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| Welcome to Vietnam, so be alarmed
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| We gorillas, we in the jungle like Viet Cong
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| Young killers with fire arms that fire on
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| Frustrated my niggas ready to pop on
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| Explodin', baby face grow man
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| First day album, parole, smell like the bull pen
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| Spazatic, I smack niggas that laugh at it
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| Still at it, we push keys in bad traffic
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| The ruler, 25 shooters
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| OG selling me, y’all re ??? |
| ???
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| Grew up in the era of crack dealin' and boosters
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| Gold chains, diamonds, is on me baby I ??
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| I ain’t talking with a ?? |
| player
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| Tell 'em welcome to this city
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| Where the tech spray and ya need a neck brace
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| Look deep and see the x-ray
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| The K.O.B. |
| are good around M.O.P. |
| way
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| Brooklyn, it ain’t just a burrow it’s a blood type
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| So keep ya snub tight if it’s thug life
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| You young boyz wild like you ain’t love life
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| The OG’s will tell ya what it was like
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| Get caught up in a slug fight (ya heard)
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| Ain’t nothing changed down here but the drug price
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| Actually, they call me The Great Gatsby
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| I put ya chest where ya back be
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| If you ain’t wid it then we’re about it
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| It’s BK verse everybody
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| We on the frontline, dippin' from the one time
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| Hit you with that Nick Cannon, give you the drumline
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| Stay wildin', up in the club
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| Puffin' on loud, y’all niggas puffin' on silence
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| Violence, is a universal language
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| You done picked the wrong niggas to bang wid |