Brooklyn Brawl

Hey yo ladies, a cargo ball
 Fingers to keep her pointing 'em
 The jealousy and greed
 Please, you're Nickelodeon's hot
 Flip a coin and jump up to see the podium
 It's like an opium trip
 Woah my spit is poisonous
 Born and bred in the city of chimney smoke clouds
 So no god, I got down to scribble notes
 I'm also trip her dosage
 Different strokes for different folks
 Solidify the inner growth
 You apply holes to my lung
 'Cause my south-six is golden like shoulder the brawn
 We got the pros in the corn
 All this for all nought, it's all over before long
 Word is born, though it was yet inadequate
 We'll label, let you know
 Stop playing the devil's advocate
 Before and after shit, it's so wavy
 It's like these streets are directed by Scorsese
 All me, by all means necessary
 Edged in stone if you walk these cemetaries
 Flesh and bone, the dirt of a jail
 So every sinning is felt like you're wedded in brown
 Brooklyn brawl and the boiling like cooking oil
 It's chess has taking your brooks
 To lay 'em where the crooks is royal
 Ain't cooking to spoil meat
 But loyal to the bodega
 The forties right in tomatoes
 Some cappin' in Las Vegas
 The product of dope dealers
 Pocket of dro', nothing my fro'
 I start to tear with the fort I smoke the clear
 I've got a unity of pepper spray
 Step away, step at a time
 You lames getting run over by a Chevrolet
 Dead man tell no tales
 But that's not what the dead don't say
 They say run, let them fight another day
 Pay attention 'cause they whisper in from heaven's gate
 Providing you with wisdom and advice before you let it stray
 Find a better way
 Why you always thinking that it must be rhyming
 This shit is bootleg, they call it knocky times
 Let us pray, let's split it two ways with Bob Dylan
 The two was already your 'cause we top billing
 When we say throw your hands
 Just protect yo' face
 Keep that guard up, I ain't planning to be a slept-on case
 'Cause fathers to the style, I respect those greats
 Those who starving on us now, like they left no trace
 My name ring bells, hit the hustlers of Charleton
 If I targeted the mock, you wouldn't argue my accomplishments
 Bullets that they awfully dodging like Jacky Robinson
 Why we keep 'em coming back for more like case Solomon
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, where your cool at?
 Why like on us like a news pack
 Get 'em down to the south, so boom back
 Like we're bringing '92 back
 Get 'em up, get 'em high, where your crew at?
 Why like on us like a douchebag
 Get 'em down to the south, so boom back
 Like we're bringing '92 back