Bekay - Brooklyn Bridge lyrics

[Intro] "This is the place where stars are born" - MC Shan "And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin" - MC Lyte [Bekay] The big city of dreams, feel pity for fiends Gritty shifty in schemes, pretty sh**ty it seems But we walkin on the gold mine, lovin this place Ace, Babu, Coalmine, up in your face Along with - introducin Bekay on the mic I stare right at Flatbush Ave when I'm prayin at night Some pack gats, leavin other cats blasted And even the white chicks be rockin fat a**es Always hot, not just when the summer here Coney Island cyclonin it, or jumpin on the wonder wheel Fiends on the floor look for crack 'til they knees break Or Puff could be a dick and make you walk here for cheesecake Ain't no war, but we rock camouflauge Ridin bikes, one on the pegs and one up on the handlebars If you poppin sh** y'all kids is just hatin On the home of Biggie Smalls and the original Nathan's Go door to door, see we more than sorta raw And you can cop anything you ever really needed in corner store Where everybody says they sell crack And the DT's all dressed up in the old Giants throwbacks It kinda gets me alive, cause when I'm up in the hood Half them dudes yo they think I'mma cop (BE-KAY!) Embrace it as heaven, stars is born In this place, where Masta Ace is a legend Anywhere else ain't breakin me fam Cause I grew up in Brooklyn, these streets yo, they made me a man What'chu poppin? Your crew lame (IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE~!?) You know we are son, the top of the food chain [Hook 2X: scratched] "This is the place where stars are born" ("Go Brooklyn") "You know the place!" - Lyte "This is the place where stars are born" "And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin" [Masta Ace] I'm from the B-R-double-O-K, L-Y-N If I wasn't, then why would I yell I am? You see, this be the home of Spike Lee Folks think it's dangerous - I don't know it might be slightly But that depends on which blocks you be steppin down Cause certain neighborhoods they never put they weapon down I lived in Flatbush, grew up in Brownsville And every now and then you see me around Steele I used to hang a lot in Bushwick, Decatur and Evergreen Some of the best parties you ever seen I lived in Clinton Hills, on Myrtle Ave, near Fort Greene I screwed up my face hard and walked mean I spent a lot of time in East Medina, where the police are meaner And I wish the streets was cleaner Cause it's crime every where, it ain't fair, but who care? Not the Governor and not the new Mayor I guess we forced to live this kind of life If you ask me, Brooklyn be the best place to find a wife If you want a chick to hold you down, and have your back Brooklyn be the ideal habitat Cause she ain't havin that, let's hit the par where we gather at Form a cipher, and spit a battle rap You wanna come through you need a referral It's M.A. and Bekay in the song about my borough, c'mon [Hook]