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Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? I grew up in the thoroughist borough, BK Where BIG had everybody rockin' DK Gav was the first dude with the CLK And bricks was gettin' shipped out of East LA It's Brooklyn, where niggas lives was tooken Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken Fort Greene and Hemlock, the fifth been cocked We cried when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks Ayo, y'all ain't hear what the - I just said? BK, the home of Biggie and Jay Where niggas got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day Bitches that boost in the city all day Heckle' and Koch, crack spots, federal watch I grew up here, sipped Mo', threw up here Yo, the feds snatched two up here in BK Niggas in the hood in that all blue and grey Gorillas got rich from stairwells and PA Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Brooklyn, the livest borough You come here frontin', you might die in this borough The East, the 'Ville and Bed-Stuy's in this borough It's full of projects, the wildest borough You try to figure out which side is thorough From CI to Saint Marks is carryin' cons Niggas rock Coogi and Dolce Gabbans The women, they make a livin' just carryin' bombs We pop corks a little bit, we floss a little bit In the club buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit I told y'all that my borough was thorough I know niggas that'll clap you up and bury the metal Same day, still in the hood, we so ghetto Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on Live from the seven-one-eight, we raise the eight Everytime papi raise the weight of that weight, motherfucker Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? It's BK nigga, get your vest ate up Over them chips, you could get SKed up They find you in the back of the building, sprayed up All for the love of this paper, we misled By 21, some'll be dead By 22, the rest of these dudes'll be in the feds We got change but we still fucked up Niggas is outta jail but they still locked up The feds takin' flicks when we pullin' the drops up BK open up, get popped up You know it's the borough where cats drive with the box in they truck Trey pound Glocked up, wrist be rocked up Yellin' out, "Get down, lay down" when we pop up Blocks so hot, we drive the drops with tops up Windows tinted, you can't see who is in it It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sipped Mo', threw up at, flipped coke, blew up at Where them fake thugs got they vestes chewed up at Brooklyn beef, who want that? BK borough, bitches, ain't nothin' but the best in here Pink Housing, east New York, real niggas, real shit happen, nigga Fuck y'all know about bangouts? Gettin' busy? Fuck police and all that, nigga, real niggas Brooklyn, nigga
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