Brooklyn, New York, Flatbush to be specific

Is the topic of the composition, so people, if it

Offends, I recommend you get off, you soft tush

Come down, come around to the Bush, the Bush

Live in the Bush, Flatbush, that is the place

Where I rest with the blessed, don't jest, it is a waste

To try, you might die, so I abort the mission

Try to fight, you might end up in critical condition

Cause we don't take shorts, not here, not in the Bush

And if you wanna get around, you gotta know how to push

The boys make noise and the girls be slappin curls out the head

Try to fight back, black, you get dead

In the Bush

The Bush



We got the brothers with the heads in dreads

On the corners like pigeons

Smokin marijuana but it's their religions



We got the others on the pipe tip

Goin on the flight trip

Soon on the toon, your mother will right-grip

Basin up the world, chasin up the girls

The fire got too high till you're facin up your curls

Now you're burned, learned your lesson

Stop messin with the crack, black, cause now look how you're dressin

Chokin and totin on the pipes and the woolers

While the dealers are your friends with the Benz plus medullahs

And rings, they're kings because of what they push

And they're part of the heart in the Bush, the Bush



I'm Special Ed, and yes, I'm takin it all

The school that I attend is Ersamus Hall

Live in Flatbush, yes, I'm on

No, I'm not a god, but my word is bond

I got the knowledge, wisdom, understandin

Not fussy, but demandin

No, I'm wise, understand

Mess with me, I break your hand

Stop your heart, take your breath

With the diagnose of death

Remove your brain from your skull

Make ya dumb, make ya dull-acapo