When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in d**h row?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
The money feels good
And your life, you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brooklyn sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brooklyn sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Or even shoot us but
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn