k**ah Priest - Brooklyn Style lyrics

(Intro) Starkim What's poppin' world? (What's poppin' y'all?) I gotta go hard my n***a, (Geah, I gotta go hard) Not cuz everybody doin' it, not at all, (Nah) Cuz they fabricatin' it, lyin' to y'all, true story (Word) I mean, I don't like to be lied to (Not at all) I tell you like this tho my n***a (Whaddup?) If you hood, you hood, if you not, you not, ya dig? (You heard that) sh** runs thru my veins tho, (Yeah) I was born this way (Uh-huh) I gotta question for you tho? (What's poppin'?) Are you? [Starkim] n***as talkin' bout they ghetto but they don't really live it They usin' the hood as a gimmick, come to my neck of the woods Watch you play the role of being timid Quiet, soft, tuckin' j**els as you walk Me? I'ma young n***a, but I swag thru any hood wit the hawk Let the haters talk, nah, approach, press 'em You talkin' sh**, actin' like a b**h See that's what happens, dick 08 sh**, you will get jumped quick You too been in tape flicks Get high and laugh till we sick Pointin' at us, sayin' that's what you get Nah that's G'd up, you want hood, that's the block Gettin' high, duckin' cops There's b**hes in the streets, I don't wanna get knocked Money neva pop, time is money, time neva stops, tick-tock That's why I always watch And everything I do, you get the best of me Whatever you do, do it the best my G You probably could get legacy, let me see I go hard for the hood; Brooklyn sweater, Brooklyn hat Brooklyn this, Brooklyn that Project stores, me and my n***as 20 deep in the halls Yact up and high, back out and fly f**in' b**hes, do it till we die Thug mansion, do it again in the sky Real sh**, no lie, I'm the hardest King takin' what's mine Takin' my pie, my parents raised a thug prince So my b**hes and n***as don't cry When I die, just know I rhyme for the hood, that's why (Outro) Starkim Geah, geah, Starkim, that's some real hood sh** for y'all n***as Check it, y'all betta get in tuned