[Tek]

This is the story of a place, that we call home

Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam

Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble

Hoppin on the white horse, tryin to get a handle

On the fast pace that we call the last race

Step wit precaution when you enter this place

We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true

Just come correct wit the snapses or ya doo

Don't come cryin broke, still tryin to cop the dope

What parts of no, do not you understand bro

We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports

Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought

Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers

And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas

What goes around comes back to the roots

See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true



[Chorus]

We live in Brooklyn baby

We try to make it baby

We gonna make it baby

We live in Brooklyn baby



[Steele]

Another day, another dollar dead

Pigs rushin the crib to catch a collar now I'm fed

What the face now, me and my people's taste crown

Stayin face down, while K-9's sniffs around

What they found was irrelevant, the weed cuz

They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us

Now I got more pigs rushin we, handcuffin me

Takin hold of we, in the custody

For blushin in, rasta boy restin in peace

After going through the bullshit, we in release

To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all

Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall

No time at all, no fake, no jacks

Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen

I'll be glad when my man come home

Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome



[Chorus (with Tek shoutin out)]



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