shabazz the disciple - b.k.b.s. (brooklyn bullshit) كلمات الأغنية
[intro]
uhh, brooklyn bullsh-t
that’s how y’all n-gg-z get down
kiss the ground
check it.
[chorus 1]
to all my red hook n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my fort greene n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my bed-stuy n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my brownsville n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my east new york n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my crown heights n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all of my gow-n-s n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my wyckoff n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
[verse 1]
y’all done forgot the first street commandment;
“never floss what you gross”
you’ll get hit with some hot sh-t and tossed with the toast
now ya -ss is a ghost, ’cause you running ya mouth
let me see you talk that sh-t with a gun in ya mouth
make you deep throat the double barrel, blaow, one in ya mouth
leave ya conscience in the alley, then we run in ya house
flash in front of hungry n-gg-z known for dumming out
have everybody in the area go running out
whenever it was time to bag up, we be tucking an ounce
leave n-gg-z alone up in ya crib and they’ll be f-cking ya spouse
put the sac on her tonsil, then we nut in her mouth
leave an ounce of hot sh-t in her gut, get up and be out
run up in ya house party, sticking everybody
in summertime rocking trench coats to hide the shottie
flirting like we want the number, then we strip the hottie
try to scream for help, slap you upside ya b-mba nottie
[chorus 2]
to all my farragut n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my flatbush n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my coney island n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my sumner n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my thompkins n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and my canarsie n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my marcy n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my bushwick n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
[verse 2]
me and my brooklyn n-gg-z, we be robbing to eat
’cause giuliani’ll have a n-gg- starve in the street
we rocked rubber gloves to bag sh-t we used to peddle
never sold to white guys in plain clothes in the ghetto
we packed the heavy metal (leave you naked on the subway)
if the .44 jammed (then we doing sh-t the snubway)
no fingerprints or evidence (mask and black glove sh-t)
stick singers for their presidents (fast to clap up sh-t)
even backstage the players rocking ice and baguettes
will get pistol whipped and stripped, dragged down a flight of steps
when we got beef we don’t be calling the po-lice
kiss n-gg-z on both cheeks and hold court in the streets
the same n-gg- that you’ll bleed for’ll knock in ya jaw
the same n-gg- that you feed’ll pick the locks on ya door
them shiesty n-gg-z, always scheme and move shady
dress up like old ladies with .380’s, kidnap ya wife and babies
[chorus 3]
to all my park slope n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my bay ridge n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my albany n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my kingsborough n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my vanderbuilt n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
to all my roosevelt n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my nostrand ave. n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
and all my franklin ave. n-gg-z
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it!
[verse 3]
every time you in a club, the majority is brooklyn
if you rocking jewels you better believe n-gg-z are looking
catch you outside up in the parking lot
follow that -ss to the train station up the darkest block
n-gg-z are quick to slap a willie with a nine milli
strip his -ss b-tt naked in the club and leave him looking silly
’cause on the really, we ain’t trying to starve
y’all know the deally, son it’s time to rob
ain’t nothing change, ain’t nothing strange
a crackhead’ll blow out ya brains at point-blank range for small change
n-gg-z’ll be disguised as dea, rush ya spot
heist all ya work and put the sh-t back on the block
have you looking down the barrel of the gun of a thief
a brooklyn n-gg- from the streets without a godd-mn thing to eat
or a f-cking pot to p-ss in, hide them rocks if they glisten
’cause when we bust shots, we not missing
that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it! [x8]
[dj cuts biggie samples]
“that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it”
“that brooklyn bullsh-t..bullsh-t”
“that brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it”
“representin bk to the fullest”
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