Where Brooklyn at

Where Brooklyn at

Where Brooklyn at

Where Brooklyn at



I got 7 mack 11s

about 8 thirty eights

nine nines 10 mack 10s the shits never end

you cant touch my riches

even if u had mc hammer and them 357 bitches

biggie smalls the millionar

the mansion the yaht

the two weed spots the two hot glocks

thats how i got the weed spots

i shot dread in the head

took the bread and the land spread

little gody got the shotty to ur body

so dont resist or u might miss christmas

i toke guns i make number runs

i give mcs the runs drippin

when i throw my clip in the ak

i slay from far away

everybody hit the d e c k

my slow flows remarkable

peace to matayo

now we smoke weed like tony montana snif the yao

thats crazy blunts

mad ls

my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

o my god i droppin shit like a pigeon

i hope ur listenin

smackin babies at they cristenin





i thank the lord for my many blessins

keep the vest from protectin

from the battles of the smith a wessin

and all ma niggas in the pen here we go again

aint nuthin seperatin us but my mack 10

born in the ghetto as a huslter

hold up

a straight soldier

barkin at the bustas

no matter how u talk

niggas never die

we juss retalerate with hate

then we multiply

u see we striken down the block

hitten corners

ballin like a mutha fucker

livin like a i wanna

it aint no stoppin at the red lights

im sideways thug life

mutha fucker cum pain

lets the cop flick their lights on

chase me nigga

zig zaggin down the freeway

race me nigga

in a high speed chase with the law

the realist mutha fucker that u ever saw









lyrics by:Kt

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