Lyrics Throw It Up - Will Tell, Brooklyn Academy, Jean Grae

Throw It Up

Run up, bumrush\nBrooklyn, throw your guns up\nBronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens\nEverybody, throw your guns up!\nWe from Brooknam to the day that we D.O.A\nWe from Brookmam—(We don’t play)—we want cheddar\nNachos, Frito, Lays. Hold tight—heat gonna spray\nDuck down. Brooklyn niggas bust rounds\nBX style or Bucktown, uptown or downtown\nFive boroughs that thoroughly rep\nBrooklyn Bridge, Verrazano, Madison Square\nYankees Stadium, JFK, gats in the air\nAll my niggas, throw your gats in the air. Word up\nBrooklyn niggas, throw your gats in the air. Throw it up\nRun up, bumrush\nBrooklyn, throw your guns up\nBronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens\nEverybody, throw your guns up!\nI run up with my guns up towards the sky\nLit like a roman candle on the fourth of July\nBK, QU. You know, all of those guys\nShaolin and uptown that put four in your ride\nBX trees familiar, get all of us high\nFuck Circle Line—I take you on a tour through NY\nLook, there goes my duns on the corner, playing rummy\nLook, here’s goes my gun tall, but give me your money\nNow I could buy trees, roll it, dip it in honey\nAnd how I say, «Please,» and putting six in your tummy\nPut your guns up whether you Crip or you Bloody\nBrooklyn Ac' bumrush with our hands tucked like Al Bundy\nRun up, bumrush\nBrooklyn, throw your guns up\nBronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens\nEverybody, throw your guns up!\nIf you a 2−1-2 or a 7−1-8\nNYC up to NY State\nThrow your guns up, put your two fingers and your thumbs up\nWe from the land of the gutters and the dump trucks\nBrass knuckles, night sticks and nunchucks\nStreet crime, transit cops, and drug busts\nThe 5-O's, you can’t stop the bumrush\nBrooklyn Ac' do it uncut and untouched\nRun up, bumrush\nBrooklyn, throw your guns up\nBronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens\nEverybody, throw your guns up!\nI’m Brooknam and it shows in my flows and my style\nDirty Gowanus Canal, uptown to Roosevelt Isle\nPick up the rocks of the white in Washington Heights\nAt Grand Concourse, you dance with the mamis all night\nAll-city, all-boroughs who left racks of Marlboro\nYour type soft—nigga, you ain’t from Wyckoff\nGet wiped off the face of the planet. Brooklyn\nStep in Queensbridge and leave shooken with your beef tooken\nRolled through Van Duzer in a Land Cruiser\nMade a hard mill, but still get the L’s from Park Hill\nWe spark still. BK niggas hard to kill\nHold a 43 while spit squad guard the ‘Ville\nIt’s kill or be killed in the city we live in\nGiuliani’s KKK—Block's vote: send him to prison\nRun up, bumrush\nBrooklyn, throw your guns up\nBronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens\nEverybody, throw your guns up!