B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn!
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 New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
 You know The Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
 Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
 Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
 I quit my job, I cut my hair
 You know, I cut my boss because I don't care
 You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
 You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
 'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
 You'll be stickin' up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off
 I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
 Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say
 I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
 I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
 'Cause I am the holder of the three-pack bonanza
 If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
 I am the keeper of the three-pack bonanza
 If you ask a question, then you shall get the answer
 Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
 M, O-N, E-Y, the belt
 I stay at home, just like a hermit
 I got the jammy, but I don't got the permit (you know why)
 You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
 Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
 I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
 I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die