| Brooklyn wild big like a planet
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| Better have nerves of granite
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| Cause when it pops, no cops get rest
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| Coney Island like a fortress facing the sea
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| Bushwick on the edge of the BQE
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| In Farragut and Fort Greene, I laid down box
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| I move in the Stuy, I’m that guy
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| I’m that nigga yelling «7−1-8»
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| You that nigga that everybody hate
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| I’ll slide into Brownsville, but only the daytime
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| And even then, my nigga, ain’t nothing guaranteed
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| Garages in Flatbush for yardman weed
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| Got Trinis, Asians, Blasian, Caucasians, Jews
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| Fantastic views from the Heights
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| But it’s often interrupted by sirens and lights
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| Hard work and population
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| The size of a little nation
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| So spread your shit, that’s why I’m liking shit
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| Brooklyn
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| It’s the life that all of us been reaching for
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| Brooklyn
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| Real meets real every day on this concrete road
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| Brooklyn
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| See what I see, although we don’t inhale the taste
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| Brooklyn
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| Balling’s way past a dollar; |
| what the fuck, somebody holler
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| I relocate to where it’s good for me
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| I like being low, but I miss New Ro
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| With Ross, Coss, Wise, Vic
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| Half, Spit, was all in the rib
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| They seen the first ad-lib at a Nub show, too
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| Together we grew
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| It’s been a while since we played in the H. R
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| Got to lay this music, God
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| And you know you got packing
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| When niggas start acting
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| You know how to call
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| Y’all is in my heart, that’s why I love all of y’all
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| A man made moves, though
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| Hit the X running
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| Come back to double-gunning, Vietnam mode
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| University and Fordham Road
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| Moved to 120 when I got a little money
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| Got a new whip and a wave lil' honey
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| I was out!
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| Now I’m in Brooklyn and I got my little body
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| We don’t bother nobody
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| I make my own moves
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| Slide in the grooves
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| I’m aware about Albee Square
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| Nigga, I was there (in '89)
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| Bitches pulling hair (knock your fronts out)
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| No cameras was there
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| Hoodie, 'lo gear
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| «Go Brooklyn» in the air
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| NA rocking pieces
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| Went out to the Bush and heard dangerous diseases
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| The God often eases in the hood
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| From the ghetto, making good
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| Now I’m settled off of X
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| Seen Tek off of Lex
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| Buffalo and St. John
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| Where niggas walk around with only the horse on
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| Ain’t no putting me on
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| Brooklyn always take it
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| Got down south niggas upstate trying to fake it
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| «Oh, I’m from, uh, Bedford and… Nostrand»
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| «Where you from, nigga?»
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| «And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talking» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The K , by - Sadat X. Song from the album Love, Hell or Right, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп