B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town

You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn Down

Because they don't know my name, only know my initials

Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair

You know I cut my boss because I don't care

You tried to get slick, you bust a lickle chuckle

You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of

You'll be sticking up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off

I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than Broadway

Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbor

I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped

I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza

If you ask a question, then you shall get the answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt

M-O-N-E-Y, the belt

I stay at home, just like a hermit

I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why? You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick

Annabelle, caught with the shrimpy limp dick

I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly

I shot a man in Brooklyn

Just to watch him die