is our home They'll drop the bombs, they'll let them go All in the name of control We'll sit in our homes and watch the bombs come through our doors
This is our home They'll drop the bombs, they'll let them go All in the name of control We'll sit in our homes and watch the bombs come through our doors
'll always be number two. I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain. Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame, I'm over 10 years strong still
on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn
ll always be number 2 I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame I'm over 10 years strong still running
the air with the chronic My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing Still rockin' over "Balance
their radio station No love for a New York critic or Disc Jock Matter of fact, I'm blaming all y'all for fuckin' up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house
collaboration of Thug Luv Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord More power than a drug Lord Meant to be because we love each other the way we love
heard of From jimbos to fat burger On some last long shit I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit I had alot of Brooklyn
To Ask, Is She Here For Love Or Is She Here To Be A Actress... I Duno.... This Girl Atomic Bomb Is Hot, But Shes Moving To Slow, BabyGirl Is From Brooklyn
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live Get over, get by, get women, get high, get right! Think you can stop us, really? Then niggaz got to feel me Peel
nigga Haha Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live Yo, it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, bitch and the game is over
bronx Queens, manhatten, all over this world The east coast, straight and down Straight out of clark's And all over everywhere Medina warriors (I love
shit I love fully automatics and red nose pits I love clubs when there crunked rowdy and wild I love rappers with their own original style I love big boned brauds down home cooking I love
stars and puppies pushing sniffles, fit into the eighth dimension or slipped through the pin holes, ?zoop? slipped through the pin holes, ?crisped into god cinder?. Who thunk over
you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn beef ! Who want that? Brooklyn
takin' us out? Y'all smokin' the shit Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over
