BK Anthem

B-I, what up? Long as I got a voice
You got a voice my nigga yessir

BK stand up, Brooklyn throw your hands up
If you with me, lick a shot for Biggie

Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So this aluminum will foil your plans
That's how I'm doin' em man
I keep two in hand
In case I've been drinkin' seeing double
I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts
Make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk
'til the cops come and get you
I'm done playin' with you
The guns sprayin' with or without you
Make your body whistle without you, Young!
I'm still official without you
Still that nigga all the
Bitches whisper about, ooh
He's so terrific
His lyrics like it's about you
You can't tell me that everything he
Spit's that it's not true
I'm from a crack in the wall
A fighter with my back against wall
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall
Young!

Grew up on Lexington Ave, my socks real high
Moved to the Marcy Projects 'round
The time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the
Heart of the 'Stuy so on the Fourth of July
We would always stop by
Man, I ran through the bush
Bought pounds from "the dreads"
They had the best beef
Patties and cocoa bread
Played the Albee Square Mall 'round the
Time I was gettin' tall
Where niggas would snatch your pockets
Leave your change on the floor
18 regime round then, Pink houses
Fort Greene niggas they ain't blend
Wasn't safe on the A train, D, G or the F
Decepticons, Lo-Life niggas snatch the
Polo off your chest
East New York, Bushwick, fuck it
The whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come
Out to play nigga you better roll deep
Goin' through Coney Island
'cause it's one way out, nigga, one way in
Nigga

Everywhere you go, Brooklyn's in the house
If you soft tuck your chain
The crooks is in the house, yes
The jooks is in route the drama's on the way
Stare downs first, then the llamas gon' spray
Momma's gon' pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep
You gon' be the next meal
The wolves is on the job
Gotta get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is growing
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got guns big as Samoans
And you in the spot showing
Off like Terrell Owens
Hell I'm on this nigga
You better hold your ground
If you a straw house
Then the fours will blow you down and
It's back to the home town, yes!

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