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Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out
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Verse one: O.C.
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Now check this motherfucking capo right here
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Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
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We gon' jam when its time to blast!
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Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass
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We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
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I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on
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I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
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With this ten-man clique
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Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
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And if you ever think it can't happen to you
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You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
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I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
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I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
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Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever
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To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
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With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
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To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
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(Come on)
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Chorus:
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Flatbush *cut and scratched*
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--Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
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Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)
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"Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*
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Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"
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?? *cut and scratched*
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--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
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Verse two: Lil' Fame
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I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
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MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole
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up
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This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude
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I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
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(Try to act rude) Play the mascott
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With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
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Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real
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That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill
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That whole shit was animation, immitation
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When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration
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Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
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Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
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Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
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Flippin this track with O.C.
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Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
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Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!
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Chorus
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Verse three: Billy Danze
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Hot damn! Danze shot your head
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Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
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(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
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So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on
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Put the rest of that shit in the bag
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I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
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(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny
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I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
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(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
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*pause* I told ya, I'm real!
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And I've been doing a double danly
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Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
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Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even
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I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
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(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
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(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing
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*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
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Down 4 Whateva
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| M.O.P. |
