| Yo, home skillet | |
| Get back 'fore I push your shit back | |
| Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!) | |
| Blaze him (yo, yo) | |
| Blaze him wit a 4 (4) | |
| Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street | |
| Cuz ya don't know | |
| BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard | |
| w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs) | |
| Explode, watch me switch modes | |
| Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode | |
| Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel | |
| You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule | |
| We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad | |
| First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard | |
| Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy | |
| Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me | |
| I roll through your hood like it's my hood | |
| And won't have a second thought about if I could | |
| Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) | |
| It ain't nothing sweet down here | |
| Guns pop for niggas to eat down here | |
| (BROOKLYN) | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| Home Sweet Home | |
| Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!! | |
| Brooklyn - Send em back home! | |
| Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at? | |
| [Lord Have Mercy] | |
| Never bring B (B) | |
| R (R) | |
| Double O K (K) | |
| L Y into it | |
| Bring size into it | |
| Sneak 9's into it | |
| Theives rise into it | |
| Seek crime, blow through it | |
| See shines, go to it | |
| Street name | |
| Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid) | |
| Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive | |
| You don't know me, and never will | |
| It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build | |
| Nigga, home of the pick pockets | |
| Four fifth polish, lift wallets | |
| Notorious like Chris Wallace | |
| (BROOKLYN!!) | |
| We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block | |
| Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up | |
| Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa) | |
| These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood | |
| Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon) | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Now everybody rise to the occasion | |
| Duck when I'm aiming (First family!) | |
| Yeah, it's so amazing | |
| The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in | |
| It ain't nann nigga fadin shit | |
| I come equipped | |
| I put my life on the line for mine everytime | |
| Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers | |
| You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras | |
| Hollered at (Bum Bum) | |
| Fired at (gun noises) | |
| Fire back every time with my cousin | |
| Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin | |
| Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me | |
| I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!) | |
| If you know a nigga as well as me | |
| you better bring a motherfuckin calvary | |
| Blesssss |
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