BROOKLYN BULLSHIT (LABORATORY MIX by: MastaQz)

[Intro]

Uhh, Brooklyn [bad word] That's how y'all niggaz get down
Kiss the ground
Check it.

[Chorus 1]

To all my Red Hook niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Fort Greene niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Bed-Stuy niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Brownsville niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my east New York niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Crown Heights niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all of my Gowanus niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Wyckoff niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!

[Verse 1]

Y'all done forgot the first street commandment;
"Never floss what you gross"
You'll get hit with some hot [bad word] and tossed with the toast
Now ya [bad word] is a ghost, 'cause you running ya mouth
Let me see you talk that [bad word] with a gun in ya mouth
Make you deep throat the double barrel, BLAOW, one in ya mouth
Leave ya conscience in the alley, then we run in ya house
Flash in front of hungry niggaz 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 niggaz alone up in ya crib and they'll be [bad word] ya spouse
Put the sac on her tonsil, then we nut in her mouth
Leave an ounce of hot [bad word] in her gut, get up and be out
Run up in ya house party, sticking everybody
In summertime rocking trench coats to hide the shottie
Flirting like we want the number, then we strip the hottie
Try to scream for help, slap you upside ya bumba nottie

[Chorus 2]

To all my Farragut niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Flatbush niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Coney Island niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Sumner niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Thompkins niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And my Canarsie niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Marcy niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Bushwick niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!

[Verse 2]

Me and my Brooklyn niggaz, we be robbing to eat
'Cause Giuliani'll have a [bad word] starve in the street
We rocked rubber gloves to bag [bad word] 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 [bad word] the snubway)
No fingerprints or evidence (mask and black glove [bad word] 
Stick singers for their presidents (fast to clap up [bad word] 
Even backstage the players rocking ice and baguettes
Will get pistol whipped and stripped, dragged down a flight of steps
When we got beef we don't be calling the po-lice
Kiss niggaz on both cheeks and hold court in the streets
The same [bad word] that you'll bleed for'll knock in ya jaw
The same [bad word] that you feed'll pick the locks on ya door
Them shiesty niggaz, always scheme and move shady
Dress up like old ladies with .380's, kidnap ya wife and babies

[Chorus 3]

To all my Park Slope niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Bay Ridge niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Albany niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Kingsborough niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Vanderbuilt niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
To all my Roosevelt niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Nostrand Ave. niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!
And all my Franklin Ave. niggaz
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it!

[Verse 3]

Every time you in a club, the majority is Brooklyn
If you rocking jewels you better believe niggaz are looking
Catch you outside up in the parking lot
Follow that [bad word] to