[Verse One]
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Nowhere to run nowhere to hide it's the Lordz of Brooklyn Kings County do or die
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Switchblades for the rumble we're Lordz we brass knuckle
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Graffiti never died I made my name in the tunnel
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It's all about the fame I came to rain on you warriors
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Lordz...Come out to play
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You tried the rest try the best the L-O-R-D-Z of Brooklyn
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Like the Dodgers not the bums but we're the bombers
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There's a lotta sucker groups they be talkin' 'bout the troops but we burn them
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motherfuckers like tar beach on my roof
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Cause I been around the block doin' proud by my pop
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I said he worked on the dock busted chumps in his shop
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Cause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the way
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From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day
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[Chorus]
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Turn it up y'all
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Here comes that sound
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The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!
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Again and again and again and again and again and again
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[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
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Organized freakin' crime dirty ducky boy
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A hot 110 on you little dumb toys
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Cause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass ya
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Lemme tell ya something - Yo who the fuck asked ya?
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It's the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin' hard with a bat
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Here come the Lordz puttin' Brooklyn on the map
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You can't get with that you can't get with this
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The Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the Ridge
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Take a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turf
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I'm feelin' kind of tipsy yo somebody's gettin' hurt
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From the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the park
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Yo we claimed our mark bustin' heads in the bar
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So step to the side I'm on the edge of suicide
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Try to claim the fame I'ma snuff you in the eye
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Give you a swift kick in the ass real fast
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Mess with AdMoney I'ma put you in the past
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I never pack a gatt cause I'd rather fight with a pipe
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Just like a fuckin' Guinea bring a knife to a gunfight
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Cause you're listenin' to the Lordz of Brooklyn
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Couldn't understand it till your shit got tookin'
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Step on my block hardrock get dropped
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Keep your mouth shut when you're talkin' to a cop
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Hold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the door
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Just another stick up everybody hit the floor
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We're out Saturday night still stayin' alive
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You can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin' drunk in some dive
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We're some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twisted
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Like the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fisted
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Strike picket make way for the union labor
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Ticket tape parade I couldn't be no traitor
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Cause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the way
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From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day
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[Chorus]
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LoB Sound
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Lordz Of Brooklyn |