Back To Brooklyn lyrics

{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*

Uhh, yeah

Markie Dee and the Soul Convention

Ninety-one to ninety-two

Ninety-two, ninety-three

So on, et cetera et cetera

HanSoul and the Regulators

Crazy Keith, here we go, check it

One time



Champion hoodie, saggin-ass Levi`s and my Timbs

Brooklyn hat pulled low, chewin on a peppermint stem stick

Kickin {shit with the head gassed hoes

They wanna piece of this and so do my foes, yeah

I gotta watch my back, when I walk the streets at night

And on my nine my hand grips tight

Really don`t trust nobody, to the point

that if I get a little lip I will reach for my joint

You wanna head up, nah son, my hands ain`t gotta feel

No need to show my skills, blast and I`m outta here

So save you cryin for the boys in blue

Get your story straight chump, even if it`s true

It`ll all be changed when you get to the precinct

Your case is history, worth about three cents

So if you don`t want beef, you better stop lookin

Cause I`ma take your ass back to Brooklyn



{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*

Yeah



It`s about 3 A.M., I`m on (?) Ave.

I got my toolie and a stack of cash

I never had a problem with the dollar thirty forty

Cause I was makin moves like Fat Cat and Corley

A hustler and a killer, Mark was a smooth don

Always had jewels but never got moved on

Bodies layin decomposin and decayin

You never shoulda {fucked with Mark, and now you`re layin

in the {motherfuckin burial ground

Cause you wasn`t prepared, for the big throwdown

Me and my crew yo, we roll thirty deep

Hungry like wolves, slaughterin sheep

You wouldn`t even try to step to this big love daddy

Five-oh had me surrounded but they never really had me

Step with the swiftness, and still had `em lookin

I had to take my ass back to Brooklyn



{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*

Check it, dig it, dig it



Now from Pinkhouse to Flatbush to Bed-Stuy and back

Try to hold on to the streets I lived at

I had you beggin on your knees

I pump your ass so full of holes you would think you was swiss cheese

So save your pleadin it won`t help none

Don`t kiss ass, because you`re kissin the barrel of my shotgun

Check the glock let me surprise ya

When I`m through your own moms, won`t recognize ya

I took the A Uptown with all local stops right

From Queens to Bronx but nothin gets props like

Brooklyn - no disrespect

The other borough brothers can still wreck

Raised in East New York so don`t challenge me

The trials and tribulations will increase the brutality

So if you don`t want beef you better stop lookin

Cause I`ma take that ass back to Brooklyn



{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*

Word `em up

A couple of quick shout outs

To Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan

Strong Island, Brooklyn, East New York

Bed-Stuy, Brownsville

Brooklawn, Cypress Hill, Pinkhouse`s

Yeah, yeah

Markie Dee and the Soul

We roll deep
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