Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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I grew up in the thoroist borough - B.K.
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Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
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Gav was the first dude wit' the C.L.K.
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and bricks was gettin' shipped outta east L.A.
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It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
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Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
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Fourty-three and Hemlock, they fifth bit cock
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We cryed when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks
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(aiyyo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just said?)
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B.K. - the home of Biggie and Jay
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Where niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
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Bitches that boost in the city all day
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Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
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I grew up here, sip mo', threw up here
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Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K.
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Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
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Gorillas got rich from still wells and P.A.
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Brooklyn! The livest borough
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You come here front, you might die in this borough
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The east, the feelin' best dies in this borough
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Full of projects, the wildest borough
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Try to figure out which side is thoro
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From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin' cons
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Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
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So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs
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We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit
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In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit
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I told y'all that my borough is thoro
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I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal
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Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto
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Brook-non, holla back, get your crook on
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Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
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Everytime poppy raise the way to that eight
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Motherfuckers!
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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It's B.K. nigga, get yo' vest ate up
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Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up
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They find you in the back of the buildin' - sprayed up
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All for the love of this paper; we misled
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By 21 - some'll be dead
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By 22 - the rest of these dudes are bein' feds
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We got change but we still FUCKED up
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Niggaz is outta jail but they locked up
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The feds takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up
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BK open up, get popped up
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You know whats the borough where cats drive wit' the box in the truck
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Tre pound locked up, wrist be rocked up
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Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!"
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Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit' tops up
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Windows tinted, you can't see whos in it
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It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn!
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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Lemme tell you where I grew up at
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Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
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Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
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Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
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B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here
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The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
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Fuck y'all know 'bout bang-outs, gettin' busy?
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Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz
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Brooklyn nigga!
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B.K. Anthem
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| Foxy Brown |
