Brooklyn Babies

Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!

I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fucking mornin'(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Nigga, you got a family here

You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit(Check)(Yo, yo, yo)

Nigga, what the fuck?(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(Growin' up in crazy Cali)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(Yo, yo, yo)

Bedstuy, this is my life(Yo, yo, yo)

A Brooklyn baby,

I was born up in

King's County

Inside the womb seven months before the

Queen found me

Up in wroughty

Brownsville with fiends around me

Now roam gat in

Staten with cream team around me

They called me

Bobby, cousin, really got the black

HarleyTaught his son how to spike cats like

Lee Harvey

Oswald, all's well that ends well

My big brother

Divine, he pushed the

Benz wellI got the cherry

Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains

I'm from the tribe of men who would bury

KingsOn the back of the

A-train, my daydream

Should I make a phat hit or should

I take cream?

From the Clan that taught you

Cash Rules

I make soul grind tracks, you grab ass too

Give respect to the

Prince when he pass through

Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe

Cousin Billy, known to strap the black

UziTwo-two in front of the

Jakes like

Jack RubyLive on

TV where you see

B-O-B-B-YD-

I-G-I-T-A-

L, A-L, things ain't too well

Digital, these niggas should be crazy

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby

Bedstuy, this is my life

Digital, these niggas should be crazy

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby

This is how

I live my life(Yeah)

Peace Lafyetee,

Stuyvesant,

Malcolm XShot dice on green, we live from

Calasky y'all

It's Fred

Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic

Get the herb, get the

God, peace

Ra'What's the word on things?

Through the phone

I heard the bangin' sounds

In the background, layin' down

I'm spittin' what the people missin'

We extreme with the murder type theme

Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat

Big guns, down

South we blaze

Shippin' bodies back up

North, it's the

WestonWild

Texan, no trespassin'

Long mics hit the dead arm

Planet Earth, home of

IslamBrooklyn,

I was physically born, clothes torn

Rough tacklin' the streets,

Allah Math' spine

TechnicsWe bring heat to the block party, drinkin'

BacardiBaggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here

Digital, these niggas should be crazy

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby

Bedstuy, this is my life(Bobby, you know why, that shit I said about you)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(That's right, you ain't shit, nigga)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque)

This is how

I live my life(All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit)(Nigga, grow the fuck up!)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(What the fuck is up with you, nigga?)(You ain't shit, nigga)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(Comin' in high off that shit)(What the fuck?)

Bedstuy, this is my life(I'm tired of yo' shit)(What the fuck is that shit anyway?)(What the fuck?)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(That mothafucka could never come up in this)

This is how

I live my life(Mothafuckin' house ever again)(He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(A criminal, I'm sick of that shit)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby)

Bedstuy, this is my life(Brooklyn this, Shaolin that)(What the fuck, nigga?)

Digital, these niggas should be crazy(I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway)

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby(Pssh, but I do love you Bobby )

This is how

I live my life

Digital, these niggas should be crazy

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby

Bedstuy, this is my life

Digital, these niggas should be crazy

Growin' up as a

Brooklyn baby

This is how

I live my life