Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out In Brooklyn, artist - Troy Ave. Album song BSB Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Out In Brooklyn |
Out In Brooklyn nigga we gets busy |
Goons on the corner holding that mac trizzy |
My niggas out here raw nigga soldiers ready for war |
Speaking on what you saw we appearing at your door |
Bucking off 5, my homie got 6 |
Other homie neutral but steady aiming the grip |
Homie I like your chain, homie I like your watch |
Now hand over that shit before the nina start to spark, Brooklyn shit |
Package the plate 8 with the weight baking the cake |
Cut so I can increase the stakes destiny for great |
So I put? |
on the? |
likes Heinz on the crate |
Y’all were dishing dimes likes Kidd in his prime |
No kid touching mine really got them hoes on the line |
Kept the toast cause they coach got declined |
Different from most when I boast its all truth |
My niggas front line any beef like war troops |
Top of the game me and mine in fine suits |
You can keep the happy just give me mine in cash |
No give me mine fast before this Rubin start to blast |
Im so Brooklyn your jewels get tooken |
Wear your shit in front of you and ask why you looking |
In the 718 play with death and get played |
Or the 187 better walk with a step kid |
Or your’re going to meet a youngin' with a mac trying to grow him some chest |
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Out In Brooklyn nigga we gets busy |
Goons on the corner holding that mac trizzy |
My niggas out here raw nigga soldiers ready for war |
Speaking on what you saw we appearing at your door |
Bucking off 5, my homie got 6 |
Other homie neutral but steady aiming the grip |
Homie I like your chain, homie I like your watch |
Now hand over that shit before the nina start to spark, Brooklyn shit |
Go Brooklyn (X7) |
He got that Cuban link on iced out watch |
Homie dont know he shining on the wrong block |
Them young boys strapped up and they starved |
And they just copped some work and the feigns saying its gone |
They got no respect for the chick he came to visit mane |
To them homie looking like 350 grams, BK home of the Nets you know where we stay |
We straight when we start cutting there ain’t no DJ |
Buck 50 or pull out the mac and dump 50 |
Niggas that like me and Troy Ave used to bump 50 |
I stay strapped back it up when I pop shit |
I shot at niggas from Queens when he got cocky |
Out In Brooklyn nigga we gets busy |
Goons on the corner holding that mac trizzy |
My niggas out here raw nigga soldiers ready for war |
Speaking on what you saw we appearing at your door |
Bucking off 5, my homie got 6 |
Other homie neutral but steady aiming the grip |
Homie I like your chain, homie I like your watch |
Now hand over that shit before the nina start to spark, Brooklyn shit |
Ayo Avon Blocksdale Im going to come thorugh on some hot shit |
Off the record I murdered somebody Uncle on the block (Allegedly) |
Now you hear me on the record with Uncle Murda and Block |
Still Killing shit and still dealing bricks |
I just sold 1500 grams after 36 (PowdeRRR) |
My homie from CT said he need some pedico |
I met him off the highway by Essex and we go |
I tell it like it is cause thats the way it happened |
More keys than a laptop got me straight macking |
Some bitches over here and some bitches over there |
Strapped in the pussy in and out paranoid feeling fair |
The baby or the bud niggas spraying me with slugs either way Im pulling out |
And Im shooting in they mugs, man what the fuck |
How this nigga up? |
thats a hater voice when the see me in the club and I bust |
it up |
I put a face to the voice and stuck him up |
I dont want the chain I just did it cause I could motherfucker |