[Lil Dap (of Group Home)]

Hmm, hmm

About 12 O'Clock Brooklyn when this shit took place

Fake niggas on the ground, fakin moves in BK

Yo they coming far beyond, coming to Brook-lan

Never think it could happen when shit lives on

You should of called me when you got over the Brooklyn Bridge

These evil ass tryfe kids only got one life to live

Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap

Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react

Group Home, reign supreme coming through with my team

For ya faggot ass niggas shining infa red beams

BK to the fullest, to the day that we die

Open my eyes, a seventh day a new surprise

Wondering why, niggas in the hood, they die

Mothers they cry, niggas busting shots in the sky

Smoking my la, I only want a piece of the pie...



[Interlude]

Yo son, whatup whatup son? I'm downstairs

Buzz the door man, all these niggas man, these niggas

lookin at my clothes and shit

Man these niggas know I ain't in from out here man

Son whatup son? let me up buzz the D-door son

Come on park, you know I don't really know BK like that man

Whut the ah? yo whatups son, YO

Son I got this bit-ish with me, she scared son, whatup son?

These niggas beaming my shit son, I don't got my

ch-rome whatsup?



[Nicky Bondz (of Rose Family)]

I'm downstairs, in front of the building

Niggas rolling dice, smoking,

we probably ain't cuttin their eyes at my ice

And shorty on my arm,

even though I've been with Screw back ";Remain calm";

Hope the gat ain't line me up and buzz the intercom

Look to my left, I've seen this cat throw his hoodie on

Yo what's the verdict?

For my herc, I fuck around and get murdered

Came to Brooklyn, nigga I'd rob on