Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome 2 Brooklyn, artist - M.O.P.. Album song Street Certified, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Welcome 2 Brooklyn |
This is the only life I know |
This is the place that I call home |
Nigga welcome to Brooklyn |
Welcome to Brooklyn |
Brownsville, Brooklyn raised me |
The only same nigga down here was Jay-Z |
And that motherfucker ?? |
am I crazy |
Choke ‘em a bitch, poke ‘em my nigga (kings county) |
Bring all your bling |
You crawl outta here without a motherfuckin' thang |
That Ferrari, that Buggati |
The Rolls Royce the bitch with the nice body |
His ?? |
coverin' around that after party |
We’ll youtube some shit and call it the after party |
Home of Midi Capone and Gotti |
The original Murder Ink you better ask somebody |
We’ll tell you what it is, the murder ?? |
Niggas will never make the trip |
I gotta admit it, my city is pretty |
Down the red eye to JFK |
You can see my city glow |
Welcome to Vietnam, so be alarmed |
We gorillas, we in the jungle like Viet Cong |
Young killers with fire arms that fire on |
Frustrated my niggas ready to pop on |
Explodin', baby face grow man |
First day album, parole, smell like the bull pen |
Spazatic, I smack niggas that laugh at it |
Still at it, we push keys in bad traffic |
The ruler, 25 shooters |
OG selling me, y’all re ??? |
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Grew up in the era of crack dealin' and boosters |
Gold chains, diamonds, is on me baby I ?? |
I ain’t talking with a ?? |
player |
Tell 'em welcome to this city |
Where the tech spray and ya need a neck brace |
Look deep and see the x-ray |
The K.O.B. |
are good around M.O.P. |
way |
Brooklyn, it ain’t just a burrow it’s a blood type |
So keep ya snub tight if it’s thug life |
You young boyz wild like you ain’t love life |
The OG’s will tell ya what it was like |
Get caught up in a slug fight (ya heard) |
Ain’t nothing changed down here but the drug price |
Actually, they call me The Great Gatsby |
I put ya chest where ya back be |
If you ain’t wid it then we’re about it |
It’s BK verse everybody |
We on the frontline, dippin' from the one time |
Hit you with that Nick Cannon, give you the drumline |
Stay wildin', up in the club |
Puffin' on loud, y’all niggas puffin' on silence |
Violence, is a universal language |
You done picked the wrong niggas to bang wid |