Brooklyn uh yeah now check this s**t out

Verse one：o c

Now check this motherf**king capo right here

Mash out posse slash o c

Come together like a glock and a clip

We gon' jam when its time to blast

Big *z that rap we bout to get in your a*s

We done played the background ay yo all my peops

I'm naming names f**k it it's on

I'm taking it back to some brooklyn s**t

With this ten man clique

Who don't know how to act lookin for some *z to hit

And if you ever think it can't happen to you

You might just end up in the east river with some bale a*s shoes

I ain't playin no more I'm gonna bring it to your a*s raw

I flipped the word around n***a this means war

Yo f**k that brooklyn's on the map forever

To billy and fame I hope you *z down for whatever

With mike go get the guns when its time to shoot

To brooklyn I give a 21 gun salute

Come on

Flatbush *cut and scratched*

Crown heights thought I'd remind y'all

Brownsville *cut and scratched*

Firing squad

Thought I'd remind y'all *scratching*

Bushwick *cut and scratched*

See I

Thought I'd remind y'all

*cut and scratched*

East new york thought I'd remind y'all

Verse two：lil' fame

I used to roll 'em this is a holdup

Make em roll up come up out your clothes and get your whole s**t swole

Up

This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude

I'm still a black cat quick and straight clapping dude

Try to act rude

Play the mascott

With your clown a*s ways these days look what your a*s got

Clap shot the body I'm keeping it real

That cartoon a*s n***a thought he was king of the hill

That whole s**t was animation immitation

When I shipped that a*s on out like immigration

Ways of emancipation proclamation

Constitutional rights the last generation

Your facin m o p

O g 's

Flippin this track with o c

*z know we hold this s**t down for brooklyn n***a

Where guns spark and leave them things smoking n***a

Verse three：billy danze

Hot d**n danze shot your head

Full cooperation I'm taking donations ante up the bread

Clap clap

You got that fat while we were gone

So the balance that I wrote like we're taking on

Put the rest of that s**t in the bag

I would tear your a*s to pieces so you please don't make me mad

Here we go again

You ain't known I control my destiny

I only got love for the thugs that's next to me

Who that

Berkuance soldier I'm ill

*pause*I told ya I'm real

And I've been doing a double danly

Everyone from my crew is sayin

Daddy don't fail me

Hold on the way that I jettin my foes may never be even

I'm one of them dudes that *z refuse to believe in

Life is full of obstacles

So keep weeping

At 24 years old

My only goal is too keep breathing

*scratching*brooklyn thought I'd remind y'all