Half-A-Mill - Where BK At? lyrics

(Biggie Sample) Where BK at? Where BK at? (Repeat 4x) Verse 1: We gon' blow off the roof ya'll I cop somethin' from the juice bar Holdin', rollin' in a new car BK be my borough, mad thorough Make sure that cash double Gats blast through your a** muscle I got the pieces to the puzzle My Dogs don't wear leashes or muzzles Everyday's a hustle We used to roam the streets, hoppin' trains, back of the bus too Play stick ball Now we stick ya'll Out to get it all, been through it and did it all Wit' it all, plan to cop a new World and split it all Been rich, been poor Spendin' ends in the Benz store sh**tin' like Diarrhea With enough cash to buy Aaliyah Buy her some weed, drive high speed, take her to the projects and beat Her My name Mill, pack Millimeters Silver heater, tracks k** the speaker Ill speaker, ill wisdom leaker Build from the street up Real from my feet up Mill 'bout to heat up a meal you can eat up I'm from the streets where them crooks is at What you lookin' at? Where Brooklyn at? Chorus - Where ya at? where ya at? (Where Brooklyn at? where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) (Repeat 4x) Verse 2: Brooklyn, Brooklyn, funky funky fresh I be the greatest entertainer since Dough E. Fresh Bring the pain like my Man Kane Gucci frames like Dana Dane It ain't a game, but things change Still spit flames, lyrical flame Lyrical rain, my slang bang and injure your brain With minimal game rap indivuals get slain Go get your crew Whoever you bring is gonna lose Officialist dude Who wants a lyricists fued? I'll make lyrical food out of you gimmickal fools Give him some weed, give him some dust, give him some booze He ain't ballin', he fallin', better give him some room He him up, split him up, let his bodyguards get him up We party hard in Brooklyn and we don't give a f** Of course money, I floss money like Sauce Money Pop Cris' and poor bubbly 'till we all ugly I'm a Mack, chicks all love me Whether on the train or in a Porsche buggy I get brain lovely 4.6 Range, keep the change money Jigga, Bleek, and Dame is doin' they thing Money M.O.P.'s a friend of me, Buckshot's the energy Cocoa Brovaz a kin to me, O.G.C.'s the entity I'm a real MC, somethin' most pretend to be But you get fried in the end when you pretend to be....from them streets Where the crooks is at What you lookin' at? Where Brooklyn at? Chorus - Verse 3: Rap cats wanna screw me Who me? my crew be unruly like B.I.G. thats why I brung Uzi's Who wanna move me? I'll send shots through your Coogi Hop in a Benz drop Coupe smoothly Dippin' through blocks when I lick shots Rippin' through drops Sinister plots Sinnin' to deminish your spot Criminal n***as with knots Glistenin' watch, Linen's is hot Keep lyricists fearin' to rock Mission is stopped We gon' do it like this to the top Twistin' the pot Don't get it twisted or I'm twistin' your knot Pickin' the lock What I spit leaves your sick in your socks Kickin' the box, mad rappers lookin' at Ox I smash rappers Stocked in this market, I crash rappers Slash rappers, they nothin' but garbage so I trash rappers Front on me and be a** backwards I got it mastered, pack gats to blast ba*tards I'm from the streets where them Crooks is at What you lookin' at? Where Brooklyn at? Chorus