Al Crespo - Numbers lyrics

[Verse 1] Mic check 1,2 1,2 you know how it goes 11212 that was the zip code December 27th was the birth of Konata The ‘Met' fan born in the home of the Dodgers D. Strawberry was the man as a toddler From Brooklyn, crooklon look homes I'm from that era, where that new era you're wearing that would've got took holmes 718 was the code of the hoodlums 7th floor 2739 Neptune First hallway I would ever lay steps too Where I resided back when the whole small fam united We Started out with 4 but then he divided Daddy left the 3 of us He started wilding Left us stranded in Coney Island Home of the cyclone Jesus Shuttlesworth I'm going psycho A boy In a high rise looking for his idol A 3 year old throwing tantrum for a night glow Where you at? Where they do that at? Where do I go? Moved down to bed stuy 361 green ave was the next stop Never had a rest stop Momma working 2 of em Neither one of em a desk job This is how it is when you grew up how I did, thank God that i followed him now I done learned how to live [Hook] We'll be cruising Tie your shoes And walk into my foot steps See with God I came up out that fire Like a Phoenix Cause I'm looking fly now, feeling fine now I don't mind, when I step out of my line you You hit me like good God You hit me like good God You hit me like good God You hit me like good God [Verse 2] New Kirk avenue 1360 Vanderveer pj's Before the hip the hip steez PS 269 my elementary 6 years old she showing me her anatomy I was Introduced young Eyes wide boy I'm frozen like madusa But this would just become another thing in used To Grew up quick I got boyz in the grave that I grew up wit And that was Pre Flatbush garden When crack was thriving And blacks was Robbing Other blacks that's starving That was era of my side of America Brooklyn in 90's ... it was terror So while you celebrated Christmas season Homie we ain't a gift under the Christmas tree Cuz we got robbed on Christmas Eve. . and the strangest thing is that the grinch looked just like me Success stories in my hood was unlikely The realest thing I ever wrote. that just might be It was Survival of the fittest in my home town k**ing , blood spilling it was real up in that old town [Hook] We'll be cruising Tie your shoes And walk into my foot steps See with God I came up out that fire Like a Phoenix Cause I'm looking fly now, feeling fine now I don't mind, when I step out of my line you You hit me like good God You hit me like good God You hit me like good God You hit me like good God