[Verse One: performed by Kaves]
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Don't make me put down my beer cause I'll bust that grill
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And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville
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Wiseguy, good fella, mean street, city dwella
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And if you talk that shit than you wind up in my cellar
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I'll bat you to the pulp with my fiction
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My diction, causes friction in any jurisdiction
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The lordz run the rackets on the ponies, my cronies
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Stuck a feather in my hat and they called it macaroni
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[performed by Scotty Edge]
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Yo they call me Scotty Edge from the tenement slum
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I had to fight to get a crumb it's the white shark in the chum
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You can tell where I'm from, from the letters on my jacket
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I got a crew that's gonna back it, there a bad freegin racket
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They soldier up when it's time to go to war
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Outsiders on the turf and we meet at the corner store
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And drink and to we stumble, to it's time to go and rumble
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Like the Wanderers, we're warriors and we're on the move for trouble
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[Chorus]
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Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out
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Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out
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Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out
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I said I can't get out they pull me right back in
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[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
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Well it's the bad racket sound throwin' down for the crown
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You better take those colors off if you're steppin' in my town
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I got no time for the gat cause that shits wikiwak
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Yo you must be smokin' crack if you think you can get with this style
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Take it New York bound we're the originators of the rap throwdown
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From the Bronx to Manhattan, Brooklyn keep them clappin'
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I got Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin' yo
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[performed by Scotty Edge]
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I can't get out they pull me right back in
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It's the bad freegin racket with the Brooklyn battle hymn
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They call me gentleman Jim, we're original like sin
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We're the Lordz they're the frauds you find them in a garbage bin
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You can't tag you're not a writer it's time to pay the bag piper
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You're just a biter a yo yo overnighter
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[performed by Paulie Two Time]
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I'm Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat
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Let's have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street
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Talk is cheap like a parakeet
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If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep
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[performed by Kaves]
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Well it's the capo with the flow from the social club
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The Feds rock the tapes when they make the dubs
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I go to rags to riches like the Big Ragu
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It's the LOB crew with the Budweiser brew
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Boom Bata Bing, Boom Bata Bing check it
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It's the Lordz of Brooklyn bad racket respect it
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[Chorus]
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The Bad Racket
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| Lordz Of Brooklyn |
