Shabazz The Disciple - B.K.B.S. (Brooklyn Bullsh**) lyrics

[Hook] To all my red hook n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my fort greene n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my bed-stuy n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my brownsville n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my east new york n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my crown heights n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all of my gowan*s n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my wyckoff n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it [Verse One] Y'all done forgot the 1st street commandment Never floss what you gross You'll get hit with some hot sh** and tossed with the toast Now ya a** is a ghost, cause you running ya mouth Let me see you talk that sh** with a gun in ya mouth Make you deep throat the double barrel, "BLAOW" 1 in ya mouth Leave ya conscience in the alley, then we run in ya house Flash in front of hungry n***as known for dumming out Have everybody in the area go running out Whenever it was time to bag up, we be tucking an ounce Leave n***as alone up in ya crib and they'll be f**ing ya spouse Put the sac on her tonsil, then we nut in her mouth Leave an ounce of hot sh** in her gut, get up and be out Run up in ya house party, sticking everybody In summer time rocking trench coats to hide the shotty Flirtin like we want the number, then we strip the hottie Try to scream for help, slap you upside ya bumba nottie [Hook] To all my farragut n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my flatbush n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my coney island n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my sumner n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my thompkins n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And my canarsie n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it To all my marcy n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my bushwick n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it [Verse Two] Me and my brooklyn n***as we be robbing to eat Cause Guiliani'll have a n***a starve in the street We rocked rubber gloves to bag sh** we used to peddle Never sold to white guys in plain clothes in the ghetto We packed the heavy metal (leave you naked on the subway) If the .44 jammed (then we doing sh** the snubway) No fingerprints or evidence (mask and black glove sh**) Stick singers for their presidents (fast to clap up sh**) Even backstage the players rocking ice and baguettes Will get pistol whipped and stripped And dragged down a flight of steps When we got beef, we don't be calling the police Kiss n***as on both cheeks and hold court in the streets The same n***a that you'll bleed for'll knock in ya jaw The same n***a that you feed'll pick the locks on ya door Them shiesty n***as, always skeem and move shady Dress up like old ladies with .380's kidnap ya wife and babies [Hook] To all my park slope n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my bay ridge n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my albany n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my kingsborough n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my vanderbuilt n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my roosevelt n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my nostrand ave. n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it And all my franklin ave. n***as, that brooklyn bullsh**, we on it [Verse Three] Every time you in a club, the majority is brooklyn If you rocking j**elz you better believe n***as are looking Catch you outside up in the parking lot Follow that a** to the train station up the darkest block n***as are quick to slap a willie with a nine millie Strip his a** but naked in the club and leave him looking silly Cause on the really, we ain't tryna starve Y'all know the deally son it's time to rob Ain't nothing change, ain't nothing strange A crackhead'll blow out ya brains at point blank range for small change n***as'll be disguised as "DEA", rush ya spot Heist all ya work and put the sh** back on the block Have you looking down the barrel the a gun of a thief A brooklyn n***a from the streets without a god damn thing to eat Or a f**ing pot to piss in, hide them rocks if they glisten Cause when we bust shots, we not missing [Outro] That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! That brooklyn bullsh**, we on it! blup!!!!