Текст (слова) песни: Shabazz the Disciple - B.K.B.S. (Brooklyn Bullshit)

 
[Chorus] 
To all my red hook niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my fort greene niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my bed-stuy niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my brownsville niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my east new york niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my crown heights niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all of my gowanus niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my wyckoff niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
 
[Verse One] 
Y`all done forgot the 1st street commandment 
Never floss what you gross 
You`ll get hit with some hot shit and tossed with the toast 
Now ya ass is a ghost, cause you running ya mouth 
Let me see you talk that shit with a gun in ya mouth 
Make you deep throat the double barrel, "BLAOW" 1 in ya mouth 
Leave ya conscience in the alley, then we run in ya house 
Flash in front of hungry niggaz known for dumming out 
Have everybody in the area go running out 
Whenever it was time to bag up, we be tucking an ounce 
Leave niggaz alone up in ya crib and they`ll be fucking ya spouse 
Put the sac on her tonsil, then we nut in her mouth 
Leave an ounce of hot shit in her gut, get up and be out 
Run up in ya house party, sticking everybody 
In summer time rocking trench coats to hide the shotty 
Flirtin like we want the number, then we strip the hottie 
Try to scream for help, slap you upside ya bumba nottie 
 
[Chorus] 
To all my farragut niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my flatbush niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my coney island niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my sumner niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my thompkins niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And my canarsie niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
To all my marcy niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my bushwick niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
 
[Verse Two] 
Me and my brooklyn niggaz we be robbing to eat 
Cause Guiliani`ll have a nigga starve in the street 
We rocked rubber gloves to bag shit we used to peddle 
Never sold to white guys in plain clothes in the ghetto 
We packed the heavy metal (leave you naked on the subway) 
If the .44 jammed (then we doing shit the snubway) 
No fingerprints or evidence (mask and black glove shit) 
Stick singers for their presidents (fast to clap up shit) 
Even backstage the players rocking ice and baguettes 
Will get pistol whipped and stripped 
And dragged down a flight of steps 
When we got beef, we don`t be calling the police 
Kiss niggaz on both cheeks and hold court in the streets 
The same nigga that you`ll bleed for`ll knock in ya jaw 
The same nigga that you feed`ll pick the locks on ya door 
Them shiesty niggaz, always skeem and move shady 
Dress up like old ladies with .380`s kidnap ya wife and babies 
 
[Chorus] 
To all my park slope niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my bay ridge niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my albany niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my kingsborough niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my vanderbuilt niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my roosevelt niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my nostrand ave. niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
And all my franklin ave. niggaz, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it 
 
[Verse Three] 
Every time you in a club, the majority is brooklyn 
If you rocking jewelz you better believe niggaz are looking 
Catch you outside up in the parking lot 
Follow that ass to the train station up the darkest block 
Niggaz are quick to slap a willie with a nine millie 
Strip his ass but naked in the club and leave him looking silly 
Cause on the really, we aint tryna starve 
Y`all know the deally son it`s time to rob 
Ain`t nothing change, aint nothing strange 
A crackhead`ll blow out ya brains at point blank range for small change 
Niggaz`ll be disguised as "DEA", rush ya spot 
Heist all ya work and put the shit back on the block 
Have you looking down the barrel the a gun of a thief 
A brooklyn nigga from the streets without a god damn thing to eat 
Or a fucking pot to piss in, hide them rocks if they glisten 
Cause when we bust shots, we not missing 
 
[Outro] 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! 
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! blup!!!!
 

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