Artist: Jay-Z Album: N/A (0000) Title: Bk Anthem
Lyrics Bk AnthemB-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 wit 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, vulinicly more advanced 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 Seein 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, till the cops come and get 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 Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its about you You can't tell me that everything he spits that its not true Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all Took a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young
{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up If you wit me, lick a shit for biggie}x2
Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real high Moved to the marcy project round the time I was five Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the sty' So on the fourth or July, we would always stop by Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds from tha dreads They had the best beef patties and cocoa bread Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor 18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend Wasnt safe on the a train, d, g or the f They set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off your chest East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK Brownsville, where the warriors come out to play Nigga you better roll deep goin through coney island Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga
{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw you hands up If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie}x2
Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain) The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in rout The dramas on tha way Standouts first, then tha llamas goin spray Mamas goin pray But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next meal The wolves in on tha job Gotta get in where we fit in Not rid the show and the kids is growin Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's And we got guns big as Samoans And you and the spot showin off like terrell owens Hella mornice nigga You better hold your ground, if you a strong house Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes
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