Crooklyn Page #12

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Now it's only gettin' worse #

# Buckshot and ace

in the land of the waste #

# Stickin' you in your face

We be doin' it up Crooklyn style #

# What does it take

to get you wild #

# My mentality

is gettin' iller, killer #

# Instinct is tryin'

to infiltrate but wait #

# I know you want to enter

but I can't let you in #

# My mind stays the maddest

I'm gone with the wind #

# Because it is

survival of the fittest #

# When the sh*t hits the fan

I got my shank in my hand #

# Like man

with the permanent tan #

# I come from the vill'

that never ran, damn #

# I'm fillin'

another part of reality #

# Hit me when I represent

the F.A.P. #

# Straight from the hill 'til

Then played the Hilton #

# I mean it really when

I say I make a killing #

# From a cipher, see

I'm fillin' the busta piper #

# Original heads represent

the Brooklyn all-nighter #

# Do or die

I'm sayin' it's you and I #

# Bring your clique so we can get

stoned like Family Sly #

# Used to C.I. In the bush

Mighty McFool rockin' the rock

Givin' the push #

# We did it like that

and now we do it like this #

# We did it like that and now

we do it like this #

# No one saw a finer time

that you miss #

# And just think about

the steel in your fist #

# It's just an extension of your arm

It's the ghetto type of charm #

# That makes all

the homeboys swarm #

# Can I drop the bomb

Oh, yes, I can #

# Move with the grooves

Move like Geechee Dan #

# Who is the man

That kid there #

# Who is the chick

with the pick in her hair #

# Angela, ah, Davis

and we roll like Avis #

# Rent-a-car

Kid, there you are #

# You know where to find me

whenever you need me #

# If you know the half

follow the path #

# To the land of the aftermath

but don't frolic in the mix #

# Crazy-ass Crooklyn kicks 'cause they

always throwin' a body on my lawn #

# I'm gettin' in a rock, voila

without a collar #

# Get off my block

or you give me a dollar #

# For the trouble of gettin'

blown up like a bubble #

# Let's take a sec to think back

to the year of the 7-0 #

# When Brooklyn was the place to go

flow on a journey up to the Heights #

# Ebbets Field, feel the real

the rail on your life #

# Trite individuals live

in the PJ's #

# The evil check my DJ #

# Hey, play

what I wanna play in the day #

# But in the night

I feel the right, took the left #

# Uptown Brooklyn

break it down #

# Heads from state to state

travel less or unravel the rate #

# Howitt, Tapscot and Sudder #

# I remember way back in the days

playin' hot peas and butter #

# Brother, if there were

another lesson #

# Brooklyn session

Take it back, black Smith & Wesson #

# Press your luck you get stuck

Blow your bucks #

# Master ace has

the taste for ducks #

# And ducks off

so tell Lord Digger #

# Dig a dray for the bones

sticks and stones #

# While I kick some ancient homes

through your domes #

# Ack went back

to attack your homes #

# So Tip, can I flip

Yes, you can #

# I'm in the world war

with Mohammed, my man #

# Feels so good to be

a Crooklyn dodger #

# What's happenin'

to Rerun and Roger #

# I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands

and runnin' down the block #

# From Dwayne

and Dwayne had a clock #

# 'Cause he be sellin' rock

for the Partridge Family #

# And Reuben Kinkaid

drives a 300-E #

# And he be pimpin' Chrissy

from Three's Company #

# Plus he stuck Mr. for all his jewelry #

# This is a Seventies thing from the

days when kids didn't act so crazy #

# Crooklyn #

[Radio Announcer] Here comes the

pitch. It's a line drive to left field.

[Announcer Shouting Indistinctly]

And Brooklyn wins!

- Brooklyn's the borough #

- [Announcer] Brooklyn wins!

Brooklyn wins!

Brooklyn wins!

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