Scott Storch - Lighters Up lyrics

[Verse 1] I come from Bed-Stuy Where n***as either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the Ratchett close by Someone murdered Nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service n***as will get at you Come through shinin', they yap you In broad daylight kidnap you Best get clap through Police stay on us like tattoos n***as only grind 'cuz we have to MONEY IS POWER Sling crack, weed, and powder Fiends come through every hour Its all about that dollar And we no deal with cowards Weak lamb get devoured By the lion in the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble The weak fold and crumble It's the land of trouble Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers BIG comes first then the queen comes after [Hook] Now put your lighters up (Bed-Stuy) Put your lighters up (New-York) Put your lighters up (D.C.) Keep putting your lighters up (Philadelphia) Put your lighters up (Detroit) Put your lighters up (Chi-town) Keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from, put your lighters up [Verse 2] Now, let me give you a walk through Show you what to do and you don't do Where it's not safe to go to Them boys approach you Better say quick who you close to Don't come through if n***as don't know you Cuz' people is talking The streets is watching The G's is lurking Stash the nine in the garbage The life of a hustler The life of a gambler Dice game, k** more n***as than cancer You know who you f** with Brooklyn don't run, we run sh** Roll up and just bumrush sh** We don't play that Out in Bk, not at all, for a pound leave your face on the wall R.I.P in memory of, Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live You better have a pa**, when you cross that bridge Welcome to Brooklyn [Hook] [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so tore And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more But f** it bartender you can give me one more (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so tore (Lighting the dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more (Pa**ing the bub like) And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more (Back at the bar like) f** it bartender you can give me one more [Verse 3] See, BIG done told you I'm the hottest b**h on the planet Biggest s** symbol, since Janet The Zanotti bandit Laying in the cut like a bandage Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish Doing them damage And if you don't understand it Then let me give it to you in Spanish Soy la senorita mas Linda del barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio Still over in Brazil, Sipping Mescotto You must of forgot though So I'mma take you back to the block yo Put you on to how we rock yo Some are boosting 12-year-olds prostituting Hit-men hired for execution, There's no solution n***as still piss in the hallways Fiends get high on em' all day The youth them bang at the cops off the roof If you don't know my town is the truth Welcome to Brooklyn [Hook] [Bridge]